Once again, she tugged her T-shirt up, freeing her massive tits for my hands. And, once again, I took full advantage of the free access.We finished wa...ching the movie, mother and son, cuddled up on the couch, indulging in breast play. While the final credits were rolling across the screen, Mom announced she needed to use the washroom. As she was extricating herself from my paws on her chest, I glanced towards my father.His eyes were open. He was looking at us. But, I don’t know if he was awake. Let's see." She sat back in thought - the firedancing across her pretty face. "It was 1843 in Austria. Young 16 year old Gretchen was a maid in the castle of Graf Carl vonHessenberger. He was a difficult man to work for, as he was so proud ofbeing the head of a family that dated from the beginning of theHapsburgs's and one that had never known disgrace. His person was tall,and strong. He had dark hair and though his face was handsome it wassomewhat spoiled even at 27 by his usual, habitual. Walking the streets of Pecos I felt the looks and heard the laughter of boys and girls who giggled behind my back. I saw Kelly driving by, a passenger in Danny Pearl's truck. Danny was a local football hero known for his sexual conquests. Kelly saw me and waved. How thoughtful. In one of my favorite masturbation fantasies, I saw myself in the Pecos diner, straining mightily, hopelessly against the strength in Kelly's muscled arm. When she pinned my hand to the table I was close, very close. All. I tried to keep myself steady, but a moan escaped my lips and Kat grinned evilly. “Do you want me, Sasha?” She rubbed harder. I moaned softly again. “I…” I couldn’t finish the sentence; her touch felt so good, sent shivers all through my body. I was certain she could feel how wet I was through my panties. “Hmm?” She rubbed faster now; I could felel myself getting close to an orgasm. I didn’t want her to stop. “I want you. Oh god I want you.” That was all the encouragement she needed, she moved.