When Martha noticed this, she came a little closer and whispered, "Are you planning to drown that nurse?"Sandra blushed crimson red and said, "Shh! Do...'t say that!"Martha let out a soft giggle but then went back standing where she stood before and just looked how Sandra's pussy was getting wetter by the second, she even saw how Sandra's vagina opened up in front of her eyes. And Martha thought, "Oh wow, Sandra is really turned on by this all, I think we will have a lot of fun this Friday, if. Let's step it up a notch, ok? I ant you to turn the dildo on, just to the medium setting.” She reaches down for the toy and flicks the switch, the vibrations jittering against her clit and making her squirm instantly. “Now baby, write my name on your clit with the end of the dildo. That feels even better now that it's on, doesn't it? Slide it down over your pussy lips, but don't go in – just run it up and down. Let the vibrations spread through you. Return to your clit, and spread your legs. It was an article in my newspaper that raised my eyebrows.My eyes widened and mouth gaped in astonishment as I read the article. It began by noting that in many countries, not thirty minutes by plane from where you’re sitting, mothers give their teenage sons full body massages to calm them down, relieve tension, help them nod off at night. And then the extreme cases of Asian mothers who gratify their sons’ sexual urges to stop them going out and meeting dirty girls, lazing around their bedrooms. Fast forward to the night of the dinner. I was setting at table talking with Greg he is my nephews friend and the whole time Greg is stareing at my boobs I finally tell him that my eyes aren't on my chest. Greg says that he was just wondering what his cock would look like between my big tits. I just laughed and said that I bet you would but you are young enough to be my son. I then got up and walked away. Well the drinks were flowing freely and I had use the bathroom, when I was done I walked.