He'd said he liked her looks and that he was willing to look to her needs too. Trying to lock all her honest reactions deep inside her, she smiled and...moved to kiss him. She was unprepared for his kiss. It wasn't just that he began by French kissing her, she'd expected that, but that his tongue was very active, and it felt good! The feeling of her breast mashed against his chest was sexual in a way she hadn't expected. His arms were very muscular; in fact, all of him was muscular. Jenny reacted. "I just thought it might be more meaningful if nothing were between us." She said.Michelle stepped in and embraced her son. Her big tits became sandwiched between them as they held each other tightly. As the hug lingered, Michelle began to give her son gentle little kisses on his neck.Jacob's knees began to go weak and he pushed forward, backing his mom up to the wall. The swell in his shorts was enormous and he began to rub it against Michelle's nest, crushing her throbbing clit. Now pinned. “Mom, did you… ever give a… titjob?” Brad asked. “You want to fuck Mom’s boobs?” I asked still riding his cock. “You have beautiful big boobs, perfect to give a titjob,” Brad said. I smiled and got up from his lap. I asked him to stand up and myself went on my knees in front of him. Brad got very happy to see me grabbing his cock between my big boobs. I spit on his cock between my boobs and then started giving him a nice titjob. “How does it feel?” I asked. “So good,” Brad replied stroking his. The Priestess thought about Anyia’s confession. Could it be that Jennifer’s switching was an important event in Anyia’s life, a single incident that fired up her imagination? That would make sense, because Anyia was fascinated with collecting foreigners, pushing them into servitude, and physically punishing them…Could it be that her real desire dated back to her unfulfilled fantasy of touching and punishing her American classmate? ———- A few minutes later the Priestess ordered the Grand Duchess.