After about 2 hours I noticed a guy passed out on the couch, he had been taking a lot of hits of the weed and shooting the beers down. Two of the Bake... girls began to take an interest in him. They sat him up in the middle of the couch with the two of them sitting on each side of him. One them grabbed hold of his ball sack and forced nuts up to give her partner a clear shot at them. Then they started to slap and punch his poor balls while they sat there and talked and drank their beer. When one. We moved to her room and I continued my work on that pink opening between those plump green thighs. Soon, she could stand no more and pushed me back and straddled me, impaling herself on my shaft. She rode me so hard I thought her bed would collapse, heavy tits bouncing in time with her grunts. Her pussy was flowing so much that my body was drenched with its juices . Her legs began to weaken and I moved to take her from behind., our bodies slapping together and every so often a good slap to her. "Take that as a yes then" I said, grinning. "How about yourself then?" she asked. I said "It's not the same for a guy" and added "It's purely for relaxing, lying back and feeling the jets wash over you is great, but not for anything sexual"."I know your having sexual thoughts now though" she said. With a knowing glance downwards she added "you can't hide it". Back at you, I thought. "I could say the same about you", I replied. She looked confused "What do you mean?" I glanced downwards, her. " He blushed."How 'bout a big hug before we sleep?" She suggested."Sure." Came the response.Heather curled her arms around her son's neck and pulled him in against her. Her big spongy-soft sacks flattened against his chest as they embraced, making Adam gasp a little.Heather knew what her tits did for her son. After all, hers were the type of breasts that teenaged boys dream about. Squashing them against his chest was like giving him a little reward. Heather accepted her son's fascination for.