There the red mini came off immediately. There was nothing underneath. The guys were stripping as fast as they could. She looked around and saw three ...lack beefy bods and three huge black cocks. She was going to play with the cocks, and she did get eat each to erection.But, they wanted to start working on her. She got into the sex seat, using the standard missionary position. And the guys decided on their own to have the smallest first, which was a solid 8 inches. He was hard as a rock and over. Catharine wasn't sure she wanted her to dance and take her clothes off for audiences but here was her own mother doing it -- what was her daughter to think?Several days later after Catharine had pleasantly discovered that she could still dance and strip and get an audience wildly hot after her performance, she found herself wondering what she'd ever do if somehow her CSI job was offered to her again. Catharine knew she hadn't been responsible for the lost evidence and while she seemed to be. She refrained from giving him her best ‘well, duh’ look before she turned her attention back to the pancake. ‘Making breakfast.’ she murmured, sliding the spatula under the flat, round circle and lifting it onto a teeteringly high stack of pancakes. He was silent, and she didn’t turn to look at him. Carefully, she dipped a ladle into the remaining batter in a bowl beside the griddle and poured the mix onto the hot, oiled surface. ‘Did you find anything out there?’ she asked, staring at her. ."I couldn't talk about it. It had been almost three years and I still couldn't.Tara left her chair and sat on the couch next to me. She took my hand and held it on her knee, patting it. I looked at her with teary eyes and forced a weak smile."So what are you doing here?" I came to say hello." No, I mean here ... in Phoenix."Tara stood up and held her arms out to her sides. I stared at her breasts. Not large, but she filled out from her little pointy ones. Confused, I looked up at her.