I wasn’t complaining. I leaned closer to mom and whispered, “How much longer?”“Just a few more minutes, hold on,” she said. My sweaty hands ...ere constantly slipping from the overhead railing. So I let it go completely and held mom’s shoulders for support. A few minutes later, I let my hand travel down on her shoulders and on to her bosom. Unfortunately, as my hand inched closer to mom’s big breasts, she tapped it with her fingers, forcing me to retract just as quickly. “Behave!” she whispered. Just a disappointing dribble more than anything else. Me and the other guys started ribbing him about his small load, and I don’t think he ever lived that down.”“Live by the sword, die by the sword,” I sighed, somewhat glad that Paul had gotten his comeuppance that day.“Yeah, the other guys and I always teased him about it after that,” Dad confided.“Well, I’m sorry to say that I don’t have a comparable memorable experience to share,” I sighed. “Never participated in any circle jerks when I was. “And Abby is very happy having a mother to talk with again,” Scott supported.Everyone gathered at the converted chapel inside the Quinte Convention Center. Abby sat proudly holding the hands of her two brothers as they tried to avoid looking at her revealing cleavage. Vicky’s children, Maria and Luke, also joined them, becoming a new extended family. Brad smiled, enjoying the low cleavage of Wendy and his sisters.Scott scanned the crowd of family and invited friends. His gaze fell on his. She looked at the cucumber wrapped in Mila's fingers. It was long and thick and that was probably the reason she bought whole ones. It seemed to her that Mila bought them for reasons other than making a salad. “What are you doing?” she asked with a slight whimper in her voice. She stood with her hands clasped defensively on her crotch.Mila raised an eyebrow when she saw Kim's hands on her own pussy. “What's wrong, sweetie?”“What did you just do? I felt you grope me with that cucumber!”"I'm just.