"Good for you Lady Vargos. I think they're beautiful," one of the womenin his social circle said looking as his firm exposed breast trying togain favo... for future social event funding.Martin fell to his knees, "Don't make me dress like this Baron," hesobbed holding his husband's leg."Martin? Martin wake up honey. You're having a bad dream." a femininevoice said gently rubbing his shoulder.Martin opened his eyes and then he quickly sat up in bed. He cupped bothhands to his chest. No breast. A. Tum mere sath undar hi so jao na mujhe akele dar lagata hai.Maa boli thik hai jaisa tum chaho mai bola phir mai aur maa hum dono sath mai ek hi bistar pe so gaye. Raat ko bich mai meri nind khul gayi maine dekha mere bagal mai mere khwabo ke apsara so rahi hai jise mai kai dino chodna chahta tha nind mai maa ki sari jangho taq upar ho gaye thiAur unka paluu unke sine se hat gaya the uske karna unke bade bade boobs mujhe thik se dikhaye de rahe the maine unke boobs ko chune ki koshih ke par jab. In my twenties my son continued to share my bed, and I remember one early morning a stirring that was more real than a dream, I somehow knew it was a dream, but I was being touched by some men as I lay nude on a beach, they were preparing me for penetrative sex and I was warming to it, my breasts felt so alive, and my hand slid down and took hold of their penis, and suddenly I was awake, I was holding my sons cock, which was hard and felt big for a boy, but it what he was doing to me that shook. . For some reason this meeting felt different. “Just to let you know, I heard you talking to the guys about what you wanted to do to me, how you would, how did you put it?”Shit! “ Erm erm I don’t know what you mean”“I think you do” her voice stern, her hand reaching in the top draw of her desk her leg tapped mine the material of her boots hitting me, one hand slowly, teased one of the gloves she had pulled out, finger by finger stretching the shiny leather until it encased her whole hand. “I.