Sheila could feel her son's tongue moving against the sensitive lips ofher tasty twat, could feel the boy's hot breath against her love-mound.It was a... if her son were with her in the shower as she played with thelips of her cunt, bringing herself closer and closer to a mind-bendingflash of liquid fulfillment. She imagined her son's hands on her nakedtits as he reached up from his kneeling position and felt her tits, feltthe very tits that had nourished him.Sheila imagined her son licking. This was not a one off,not a one night stand.When I wanted to eat spunk I knew that T would give it to me.He was my spunk habit supplier T sat up looking very satisfied with what I had done for him.He was beaming.He got me on the bed and we knelt there,our cocks hard and pointing at each other.I was still to young to actually ejaculate, my orgasms were still dry.T gave me a little wank.His hand held my hard young cock and stroked me.T's cock was still absolutely rigid,it was so hard ,all it. The overall look wasstraight from a Las Vegas showgirl stage with the longest eyelashes Icould imagine, heavy frost blue shadow and very broad strokes of blackliner. Our lips were painted frosted red and sealed; our nails werelacquered to match.The ladies combed out hair and began attaching and weaving in elaboratehair pieces to puff up our hair high on our heads. Within the hair piecesa series of combs and clips secured a strange looking box with three holesin its top. As the process became. Becca even managed a couple of nipple kisses on Babs’ tits and Babs returned the favor. Money was pouring onto the crowd. The girls danced closer to the edge of the stage and allowed some men to stuff bills into their bikini bottoms. Then the girls against each other face to face, rubbing their tits together. All of a sudden they jerked their hands and took each other bottoms off and tossed them into the crowd. The crowd went wild as both girls grabbed a pole, pulled themselves up and spread.