However, since we are mentioning the exxxtremes…. Once, when I vacationed in Vegas, I used 24" inflatable beachballs for tits... the valve stems mad... great nipples. The same 6X stretchy top had to really stretch to accommodate them. I couldn’t wear a bra underneath, obviously, and it was difficult to keep them in relative place on my chest. I suppose I could have used some folded-back on itself duct tape on my chest to keep the damned things in place if I cared enough! I actually measured this. . We entered our rooms feeling satisfied, we didn't talk to each other but we continued giving each other lustful looks. I silently made my way down the hall to my sister’s room, easing open her door slowly so that it wouldn't squeal and give me away. I slipped inside her room and shut the door silently, then I turned to see her laying sound asleep across her bed, the sheet that had covered her young body bunched up at her feet where she’d kicked it off. Morgan wore only a thin tee shirt and. His renewed erection pressing against her. There were so many sensations and so much going on that she could hardly think straight. What did she need to think about at this moment anyway, this was not a paper she was writing, it was instinct, lust, carnal drive that made her do this. Soon she stopped trying to think and just enjoyed what he was doing.He broke the kiss for a brief second and looked at her, as if to ask if he could continue, go further than before. She answered his question with. Suddenly I asked my son, ‘Would you like to join the game?’ My wife shouted at me ‘What the hell are you asking him? He is our son. How dare you think that I would share myself with leave aside my son, but with anyone else for this matter?’ Really speaking, I did not have any answer. But I told her; let him have some practical experience. My wife seemed to be disgusted, and she was. But my son, who loves her more than me, begged her and assured that he would be only watching us and nothing.