I felt for Tara because I wanted her as well, but not in the same way as her daughter. It sounded as though as far as Deanna was concerned it would be...ok to "share" as long as she was my main squeeze. If Tara was willing to do that, I wouldn't object at all, but that was going to be between mother and daughter.Deanna started to wiggle slightly to see if she was ready for more movement and I could see the small wince as the torn skin caused her discomfort, but she tried her best to hide any. Minus her robe.She lay on her back,pretty much like a slice of beef..and looked pretty nervous! She was wearing a pink satin knee length nightie,with the thin/string like straps..and I leaned over and kissed her!She didn't respond..and I slipped a strap off..and down..exposing a large/fairly firm..breast! I sucked it..massaged it as I teased the nipple..she lay there unmoving! I took the other strap off..slid that side down..i now had 2 ample tits to play with..and play with them I did! After. Lunch finished I reached my room and sank onto the bed feeling an urge to caress myself and looked down to see my dolly as hard as concrete and throbbing, my little pom poms had tightened against it and the aching from my groin was becoming unbearable, I grabbed my shaft and started to stroke and caress myself slowly, my rosebud started to twitch as if missing the butt plug in protest and I could feel a dreamy light headedness coming over me as I started to lose control and stroked. He was fondling her boobs now. She sighed as he gripped the huge base and slowly worked his way to the nipple cresting the top. Once there, he lightly brushed across the nipple with his fingernail. The hardness contrasted beautifully with the softness of his touch.Then she shrieked in sudden surprise. His hand had been replaced with a piece of velvet. The fabric pressing into her tits had... what?Tickled? That wasn't the way it felt. Perhaps she was searching for another word. It wasn't.