Just not on me. "One day I'm a normalguy and the next I'm a MILF." I shook my head at that. "Unbelievable..."Since there was absolutely nothing I co...ld do to change my situation Idecided to keep making the best of it for now. I went and checked in onMina to make sure she was all right then I went to work cleaning up thehouse a little. I figured that this was normally Ann's job which meantthat at the moment it was mine.While I was dusting the living room I found a large notebook tucked. She mostly wore cutoff shorts and tight, white t-shirts. I’d seen her a few Friday nights heading out on dates, usually in the same sort of outfits, but without the bra she wore during the day. Nice nipples. I could just see her in the back of some old Chevy, t-shirt up over her tits, shorts around her ankles. She’d be moaning and urging on some pimply-faced teenager, his pants around his ankles. They’d be thrashing around, sweaty, complaining about the cramped back seat, cumming, and then. Then I used to think about how they will approach my boobs to hold them and squeeze them as much as I please. I used to caress my thighs and almost knead my boobs and play with my nipples to get the feeling. Unbelievable it might sound, but I then used to rub on my vagina, playing with my clit till I was fully aroused and satisfy myself before going to sleep. The best part of my masturbation was when I used to wet my white inners to make my nipples visible and think that any man will hungrily. Her eyes stared at her screen, watching herself as well as the eight cocks worshiping at her altar.“Nine… eight… seven…” she counted slowly, driving herself closer. She watched the eight men watching her. “I want to see those big loads.”He had been showing her his whole body, but now he zoomed in on his cock and balls, filling whatever space she gave him. He saw her eyes move as she noticed the change on her screen.“Six,” she panted, her breathing coming faster.“Five,” she groaned. “Pick the.