"Turn around, let me see those cute asses!" They twirled w/ a giggle, pushing their buns out like pole-dancers, even bumping them together like a nude...disco routine. They spun around w/o prompting, bouncing up and down to shake their boobies for me. Seemed they were getting excited by this as much as I was. Ooh, this was getting to be too much...time to take control again.I beckoned them over to my chair. Stroking their thighs and calves and butts, I told them it was probably time to let them. Every nod or glance was small, and the unknowing would miss them, but the cues were there. Everyone knew Ron and I were an item.When I shut the door after the last guest left, I spun on my heel and hissed at Ron, completely ignoring the hem of my skirt. “What the fuck did you tell them? Everybody knows!”For a moment, he actually looked like he felt guilty. “I was asked about you by one of the clients. I made the mistake of confiding in him. I sealed the deal with him, but yeah, the word is. No, they didn’t stand right up there but they were firm with Silver Dollar sized areola and the nipples where constantly prominent. The constantly semi-erect nipples were the size of a small finger down to the first knuckle. When they were excited, the extend another ½ inch and firm up like a small cock. They swell up and seem to have a direct nerve path to her clit and pussy.Constantly pinching or putting nipple clips on those fun bits causes her to start leaking pussy juice immediately.. "Yeah, I guess so." He nodded to the newspaper and said, "Sports?"Helen pulled out the sports section and handed it to her son. "Thanks," Donnie said.Helen was seated at a small table in the family's breakfast nook. The nook was separated from the kitchen by a high counter that doubled as a wet bar during social events. The bar had a couple of high-backed, swiveling stools situated there. It had been Donnie's habit for years to eat breakfast at the counter.Helen took the last bite of her.