As he shouted she pulled her hands out of her twat, reached up, gripped Harry’s ass, and rammed her face down his rod until her chin was up against ...is nuts. With each holding the other in place Harry shot rope after rope of jizz down her throat. He didn’t think he’d ever stop cumming. She made a valiant effort to swallow it all, but some still leaked out of her mouth. It dribbled down her neck and collarbone onto her tits. When she could swallow no more she let go of his ass. As his grip on. I searched highand low, and I finally found it between his mattresses! I made a mental note to demand an explanation the next time I saw my son.I took it back to my own bed and began a long titillating session in which I self stimulated my breasts, vulva, and anus until I had a couple of powerul orgasms.Not twenty minutes after that, right in the middle of the day, in walked Tom.Shocked, I asked him what the problem was that he had to come home?He stared me in the face for an entire minute,. Christine said, “You know you like pussy and you wanted to experience it so here it is. I have the best pussy in town and Phil has forgotten what I great fuck that I am. Don’t you ever forget it!” Then she kissed me again. She angrily told me that she is Phil’s sex queen and that no one takes her place from her. Christine sneered, “I am his gatekeeper and I decide who can get through his gate. Let’s not keep the sex master and his slutty whore waiting” After our passionate sexual encounter. The tux still fit perfectly. As her body slimmed and breasts developed, her t-shirt must have changed into one of those padded muscle men shirts, with the padding of the shirt expanding to perfectly match the loss in body size. The man she had been hadn't look very much at home in a tux, so she probably would just write off the discomfort of the padding as the demands of the tux.There was probably padding around her waist, too, the discomfort hidden by the tightness of the cumberbun. .