My mom let me pick out most of the clothes I bought and they were often chosen to show off my body. By the time I was twelve, my bra size was 34-C, th... most endowed in the sixth grade, for sure.I had a closet full of very short skirts, blouses that I could wear buttoned to the height I wanted, often changing the number of buttons after I left the house. And bras, well, I had several but basically only wore them to school because I knew I would get in trouble if I didn't.Whenever I went. Mom, for instance. There's someone who doesn'tseem like she'll ever change. But I changed. Marcia sure changed. Waltchanged, from what I hear of his unsavory past. So maybe there's somehope for mom, too. She doesn't have to become a whole other person oranything so drastic as that. I'm not expecting miracles. Just a littlechange will do. That will be miracle enough. Like I said before, we'llsee. I have my doubts same as always. But now I also have my hopes.Right now, I'm remembering this one. She was squeezing my balls and and stroking my dick while I took my hands inside her tshrt and started squeezing her boobs over her bra. Just as I unhooked her bra and caught her boobs she plunged her finger in my asshole and kept on stroking my dick. I came all over her in just a minute. I came all over her clothes.She then said naughtily,” aren’t you gonna remove these clothes of mine? U messed them all up” . I simply removed her tshrt and bra and just kept staring at those small brown. "No....no way....maybe your husband eats his own wad, but I don't...I can't..." he groaned, delirious from Beth riding his hard cock."C'mon, kiss me, you know you're curious," she hissed, cupping his chin in her strong hand."No....no...," he moaned, his barriers breaking down.Beth planted a kiss on his lips once, twice and by the third time Jack was so caught up in the feeling of fucking my wife's hot cunt that he went wild, frenching her madly, tasting his own cum, sucking it out of her mouth.