"I knew you wouldn't tell them to come , they think I am ugly, who wants these boobs." You take off your robe as you sit their only in your panties wh...le acting sad. You start looking down at your boobs right next to your son, propping them up and holding them in your hand right in front of him. "I can't call them mom, they would, those tits are awesome but I can't let my friends fuck my own mom." Your son begins to feel and squeeze your breasts, even twisting at the nipples. Part of you. She pulls at her cuffs with all her might, but their resilience is unwaivering. She struggles for what seems like an eternity before her back arches as a third orgasm comes crashing down on her followed by its requisite three second shock. Sandra's wets herself before her world fades away.As she comes to, Sandra feels the trembling buzz of the Master's tools working on her body. She shifts in her bonds, causing the pain to come rushing back. Anxiously she looks at her clock. Only twenty. 2. I like to wear leggings. I don't think it's perverse either. As early as the 17th century, men wore leggings or tights to show what they had to offer. Only today's society rejects it, although I have to ask myself why is that so?3. My preference for women's sandals. I very much like to see beautiful women's feet in beautiful sandals or sandals and I also like to wear them (I have 3 pairs of women's sandals). Fetish, let's say, not the women themselves? You wear this shoe fashion so that you. Lorraine screamed as the intensity of her orgasm overpowered her. She writhed on the bed allowing it to ride its full course before collapsing, exhausted, and whispering softly, “I love you George.”Three days later Lorraine and George were both at San Monique airport in the early evening to greet Alice. They embraced her in turn with a warm welcoming hug and a peck on the cheek. Alice was immediately taken aback by the changes she saw in her two friends as they both looked younger. Lorraine.