It shouldn't be hard being in between your mom's melons, but yet it is. That makes you special, and I love having your bare dick anywhere near me, or ...nside me." I guess that makes you extra special then. Out of all the lips and jugs I've felt on anywhere with any part of my body, you have the best ones. Even better than London. She is dazzling herself, but you can beat her easily." You're biased, but thank you," I said, coming up to him. "You're the best son a mom could ask for most. I was swimming, enjoying the cooling effect of the water. I was looking around too. The older mums, with various body shapes and sizes from the plump, shiny, bouncing boobs to the washboard stomachs in bikinis. Then there were the younger lady's (late teens and early twenties), some shy in one-pieces some not so much in small bikinis.Then she walked in. A vision in a blue bikini. Not super slim, not super busty, but gorgeous none-the-less. Her long hair was tied in a messy bun on top of her. That was about three years ago, and it was then that Sally put her proposition to me on how to keep getting the orders in: she would be the reps' plaything.As you can guess, I wasn't too keen on the idea, but she kept on about it and in the end, I gave in and agreed it was the only solution. However I insisted that the reps wear condoms because apart from the obvious risk of disease, I didn't want my wife to get pregnant by another man. I kitted her out in all new sexy gear; basques,. Rosie had taught thesegirls well; I was literally wrong footed.We went into the largest spare bedroom on the second floor. Annabellewas waiting at a desk. During my afternoon nap the room appeared to havebeen kitted out like a clinic. Despite my surprise, I remembered tocurtesy to Annabelle, who curtly responded to my, "Good afternoon, MissAnnabelle, how may I serve you," with an instruction to disrobe.The next hour was an extended series of humiliations. I was weighed, myheight, chest, waist,.