How Clarence and Syd accomplished that, I had no clue.“After breakfast we are going to the arcade.”“Arcade?”“We are going out?”“Yes and ...es. Master rented the whole arcade for the day; your competition is going to be racing go-carts, miniature golf and rock climbing. To be fair, Master replaced the motors in a few carts so that they would perform identically. Close enough for our purposes anyway.”“Go-carts...” Stacy replied derisively.“Well, she is a kid. Or are you scared of losing. If she comes into any corner of my vision, the rest of the members, or even rest of her body goes out of focus and only her boobs come into focus. The visuals of her magnificent boobs played in close-up and slow motion to my eyes. She is the real women, with the figure that we see quiet often in the stone carvings of temples. She has above average assets from heavy bouncing boobs to pot like swaying buttocks. She reminded me of yesteryear Srividya. When she put on the garland on me, I could. " I climbed out of bed and joined Mom in the kitchenette where she was boiling the jug. I was only wearing my jockey underpants but I didn't think that it would worry her as she was so lightly dressed herself.Mom had drawn the curtains and flicked the kitchen light on but we continued to talk almost in whispers so as not to disturb Dad."I'm pleased that your father is getting plenty of rest as he must have been exhausted after driving all that way. It's a pity that he hates riding with anyone. Now, I’m a strong woman. I need to be in control most of the time. In that moment, in that passionate exchange, I had no control over the orgasm that was threatening to overtake my entire being, to consume me from the inside out. I exploded in his mouth, coating him with my juices. As I lay there in post-orgasmic bliss, catching my breath, Khari climbed on top of me, his face glistening with juices, and kissed me, sharing my flavor with him. “Baby, what is that? You . . . taste like candy..