Have been through numerous bras. Decided to retire just to make it easier, since I was starting to get questions at work. It was a good decision. Sand...a was still working, but was enjoying having me at home to keep the house, cook, etc. I guess we reversed roles. We did enjoy the double dildo a lot. She had also gotten to where she enjoyed massaging my breast and playing with my little man clit. Something strange happened one day. It felt like something had grown inside my breasts. I called. "I love how it feels sliding along your hot tongue." I extended my moist tongue and let him rock back and forth massaging the top of his cock head and the velvety smooth corona. But I knew that soon enough he'd want to feel my burning throat surrounding his sensitive cock head and as he pressed forward again he entered that burning flesh. My eyes watched as his heavy nut sack drew closer and closer to my face and his cock plunged deeper and deeper into my throat. My hands moved from my tits. They were in the elevator alone and surrounded by mirrors. He looked up to see if the mirrors were on the ceiling and found that they were, and that he could also see down his mothers cleavage perfectly from that angle in the mirror. His cock began to throb as he realized he was looking at his own mother like piece of meat, and was somehow turned on by the thought of her sexually. When the elevator stopped at the floor, the "ding" sound brought him back to reality. When they found their room,. Then she began to sing: “Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high—” Her smooth alto was lower and richer than the original. She sang the whole song alternating between performing to the empty room and looking at the one audience member.As the songstress sang about dreams coming true, Sandy felt tears well up in her eyes. If Delorah noticed, she gave no indication. She looked up at the ceiling abstractly as she sang about wishing to be up among the flying birds. By the time Delorah sang the last.