The rest is not needed?”"No, go on. Please”Mother made a few more movements, and lay near me. And I saw her face distorted by passion, disheveled ...nd tangled sweat hairs, trembling lips and felt her heavy hot breath on my body. She expired with passion and sweat, the pleasant coolness of her skin disappeared; on the contrary, heat emanated from her, as from a blazing bonfire. Oh, how I would like to feel what she feels, to be as passionate and ardent, to break these shackles that do not allow. “Oh do come in” I said ushering her into the Smokey lounge, “take a seat” to which she sat on the sofa. She was still dressed the same as earlier and looked nice, “No Ben tonight” I asked and her facial expression was enough, no words were needed. “Nice robe” she said as I sat down and to be honest in the sitting position it didn’t leave too much to the imagination, “Thanks” I said offering her a hit on the smoke which at first she declined but then accepted due to the stress of the day, she. . does the winner get?" Becky stammered as my tongue found a good spot."They get to switch," Katie explained."What does the loser get?" Becky asked, confused."They get to switch!" Katie crowed."Cool! I like this g ... game!" Becky gasped."You doing ok?" Katie asked me solicitously. She giggled as she licked my nipple, making me jump. "Sure you are," she said, not waiting for an answer.Katie slipped her arms around her sister and gently pulled her backwards until Becky was nestled in her arms.. At any rate, virgin giants thought about sex just as much as human boys. So, while Elizabeth had been puttering about getting the goose taken care of, with her nightgown still gaping open, Morimer had been observing her breasts, which were still hanging out.And, since we’ve been talking perspectives here, from Mortimer’s perspective she was like a giant sized Bambi Doll, almost like the one he’d seen his sister playing with when they were growing up. Just like the one he’d gotten his hands on.