He wrapped his fingers in her long, blonde hair and pumped his cock into her mouth. He pulled her on to him, trying to push deeper. He looked down. He...could see her shirt open and her red bra cupping her 36C breasts. Leaning forward a little, he gripped her shirt pulling it open. “Oh, my,“ he gasped as his thick fingers squeezed the soft flesh. He pulled the bra cups under them. He rolled her nipples in his fingers roughly making her whimper. Hearing her whimper, he pushed hard into her mouth. I remember almost flinching, as if I wasn’t supposed to look. Nothing like this (sadly) had ever happened to me before. I remember they laughed and Caroline thought it was “cute.” But then Anika flashed me again and I had two beautiful sets of tits in my face.And they stood there a while. I milked the situation - comparing, hmming and hawing - but they didn’t mind. They were enjoying it, too.The rest of the night is blurry. For instance, I don’t remember how or when, but I do remember that at. He raised my head up to meet his eyes, told me he would take it easy on me, to trust him, that these people are here to make it easier on me. I wanted to ask him if he had slept with the girls downstairs, but I didnt want to make him the slightest bit angry. He told me to finish my water and get back in bed so the girls can get my bottom ready for him. I knew running out of there wasnt an option, he would catch me. I wasnt ready for this.I walked down the steps to his bedroom, slowly. All the. Carrie stood up seductively. "Let's go to the couch then." Carrie sat her cigarette in the ash tray while she stripped her only two articles of clothing off. Her heavy tits sprang free of her tight shirt, and the shorts slid down her thighs into a pile on the floor. She kicked them away with her foot, lit a fresh cigarette, and headed into the living room. Chris watched his mother's ass squish up and down as she walked, her hand held delicately to the side, cigarette burning. He peeled.