They're so perfect."At this point, the air was positively dripping with sexual tension. I decided to take a risk. "Men love them," I said. "I can't en... a date without getting titty-fucked. But...well, women like them, too. At least the women I've been with."Lucy was quiet for a moment. "You've...you've been with women?" Oh, yes. Several. I'm sorry, does it bother you that I'm bisexual? I thought you knew." No, it doesn't bother me," she murmured, still rubbing my shoulders. Her hands moved. I finally got dressed and stood around in my bedroom trying to figure out what I should do next. It was still an hour before time to leave.Fuck! I haven’t been on a date in thirty years. And it was V3’s first date ever. Of course I was nervous! I was pacing around like an expectant father. I spotted the guitar in the corner of the room and grabbed it. I had no idea how to play it but strummed anyway. It sounded terrible and I started turning the tuning pegs until they sounded right. My strum. . I'm cummin!" Mom's whole body convulsed like she was having a fit, her thighs gripping me around my head and lifting my face away from the bed as her arse went into the air from her back arching, her hands grabbing hold of my head, pulling at my hair. Then it was all over, as she slumped flat on the bed gasping for air while I remained between her thighs, pushed up against her fanny, my lower face covered in juice.After a while mom had recovered enough to lean up and laughed at the sight of. But now that they weregrown and off to college, he felt that the time was right for achange. I couldn't imagine how any woman in her right mind wouldever cheat on such a wonderful man. "Janice, is something wrong? You've hardly touched yourmeal," Rich asked. "Everything is perfect" I assured him. "But you know how wegirls are with our diets." The real reason I didn't eat verymuch was the full corset I had on. I used an extra tight one togive me just the right look. Neither Rich nor.