I raise my hands to cup your huge mammas and to pinch on the ultra – sensitive pink nipples. We are so close to each other that I can hear your moan... and murmurs. The heat rising within you shows itself as the sweat on your upper lip. You close your eyes under the stupor of kissing and pinching.I reach down to take your wrists and raise both arms above your head. You recline against the wall and close your eyes in complete abandon, as I grab your boobs. My eyes feast upon your pink nipples;. “You made me… taller?”“Nah, blondie. You’re just as you are.”You look sideways at me. “You’re full of shit.”“I did think about using my creative license and giving you a boob job though.”You pinch my legs.“Seriously?” I pull your naked form into my lap and lay back. “You know I love these?” I reach around and palm your small peaks, tweaking the nipples and whispering all those artisanal words you hate, and a few in Russian that I picked up from Annabelle.I can feel the heat ratcheting back up. "I think that went very well, don't you Diane?" If you say so mother, but why have me here at all? I could easily havestayed in my room and she never would have known!" True, but then you never would have had the chance to have such a nicetea would you?" I could have missed it mother." Obviously my sarcasm escaped her, orworse, she was ignoring it."But why? You look so nice, and besides, I'm glad I finally met you." You knew?"Then she went on to tell me she had known about my dressing up for. His ability to channel magic through his meat pole and into her guts was a talent that Dianna and all of his other mates treasured greatly. Dianna felt his strokes imparting greater and greater pleasure as he continued to move, building the fires of ecstasy in her innards until she knew her pool of pleasure would soon burst beyond the dam that was her control. The longer she let the power build the better she knew her climax would be. But Dianna knew that despite her best efforts she would.