One time at the gas station, I tossed her credit card back to her making a special effort to drop it on her cleavage, but lost the nerve to ask if she...wanted me to get it. Still, after a long day getting more supplies, I jokingly asked for a good night hug and she obliged. I kissed her on the back of the neck and there was no resistance. Just last night, I was helping her clean out her car when she backed into my hand and I swear she was letting me get a good feel. Two days later we had some. I could see her flinch a little, as if my ejaculation was a surprise, but I did not have time to think about anything but the torrent of creamy syrup that shot into her with each spasm of my groin. As the flow abated, she used her hand to milk me clean, pressing the last few drops from my depleted reservoir of male juices. Then leaning her head backwards, she opened her mouth wide to display the pool of white cream she had gathered from my depleted body. As I gazed down on her loving face, she. It was another halter neck, but then split at the front to make for a very revealing cleavage that was held together by crisscrossing straps. It then tightened up around the waist and hips and reached down to below the knee. It fitted very tightly around her waist, hips and legs and with no split, it was difficult to walk.It left little to the imagination around the breasts, but left everything to the imagination down below. Once zipped into the dress, everything around the woman’s butt was. After dinner I went down to the studio and turned on the lights. My hard-on had gone down but when I heard the clip-clop of mom's heels coming down the stairs it perked up again.She bought down several hangers of outfits she wanted to wear along with the underwear she was going to model. When she took off her dressing gown she was wearing a full-body girdle (what they call a foundation garment I believe).I had never seen anything like it before. Her tits were busting out (excuse pun) of the top.