When she returns to the house from dinner out, church, work, etc., she removes her shoes and walks on the ceramic and hardwood floors in her sheer pan...yhose. The floors do not make runs in the feet of her pantyhose every time, but the pantyhose are always snagged. Ceramic tile, hardwood floors and pantyhose are not an ideal combination. Mom could care less though. She acts as if she is unaware that her pantyhose are being damaged.Several times during my teens I witnessed her sitting in the. But now, in her arms, she was drawing my sexual want and I was unashamed of that simple fact. Her hands roamed and fondled my body and I responded in kind, suddenly liberated by her touch. Her hands pressed against my body as if cloth did not separate us. And in those heady moments, I felt her fangs pierce my lips drawing my life from me. I snapped from my complacency only long enough to give her access to my neck. ‘No Pet,’ she murmured satisfied, the image of my bl**d cascading down the. Years of nursing and playing with two of the nation's heaviest tits had left Jenny pretty strong and without too much trouble she manoeuvred the two guys forward a little to bring their cocks nearer her tits. Then she took a cock in each hand and began to jerk...Mmmmmm ... a small cumbath for my tits, and then I'll lick up the evidence, Jenny decided as her hands began to jerk faster. With tits the size of Jenny's, the cumbath would be very small, but she'd enjoy it anyway.Jenny's hands began. As if in autopilot he continued licking past the small boundary and found himself licking her pale glistening ass cheeks that looked like perfectly moulded glass but were as soft as silk. At one point he had to lift his head and look at Molly’s face just to double check that indeed this goddess body did belong to his sister. She had kept it well hidden from the world and he would forever be the first person to see and feel its wonders. It was a genuine ‘Neil Armstrong walking on the moon’.