“No way, course not,” Gladys Dunnfor primly giggled, smoothing her hands down over her sunken seventy year old breasts, having lightly perused the... discarded the same leaflet. “What the fuck is this survey all about anyway Miss Sturgeon?” chuckled Aggie Bestofem, knowing none of them could match the thumb size teats she proudly cupped under her pale grey tee shirt – without a brassiere beneath. The extremely buxom bleach blonde, forty five year old canteen assistant challenged the young,. Although I know the result will be electrifying, it's the last thing I want when I'm this close to coming. Losing grip every second signifies failure on some level, my conscience tumbling away despite the mental gymnastics as She emerges. I want this to celebrate love, not cloaked lust. The blurred distinction between the two may be semantics, but to my inner bitch it's all about torrid execution. As I wither and She blossoms, the fractured mirror between my worlds affords glimpses of my body. As we made our way to lunch, we were waylaid by my sister and Wendy. The latter smiled at me and asked to touch my cock which was still semi hard from being fondled on the way there by several of the girls who had asked to touch it and who had been impressed by its size and girth.I have seen from a distance why your sister was impressed when she accidentally stumbled upon you naked and hard, but now I want a closer look," she said, and looking over at Susan asked, "Do you mind?" Not at all,". My hands slid across my pubes, silky, smooth so very soft. I felt truly naked, vulnerable and aroused! And so I masturbated again this time watching intently in the mirror as my finger glided over the soft folds of skin and disappeared within that inviting slit,seeking the growing hardness of my clit reacting now to my exploring fingers. I reached that point of no return and could hardly stop myself, but in my mind I heard you calling me, telling me to stop, and so I snatched my fingers away,.