She is my mother. She is very attractive. She is slim with small breasts but a smaller waist. What should I say? "Mom, if you weren't my mom, I would ...ot hesitate to fuck you. All my friends think you are real hot."She began to blush. "Really. They want me? I wish that I could have a man between my legs. I am so lonely for a mans touch." As she was sitting there, she opened her legs and she started to cry."Mom, stop crying! I'm sure that there is a man out there who will be ready to take you to. Emily was in a man's business suit and tie, her breasts less prominent than normal -- either she wasn't wearing a bra or had bound them, possibly both -- Jason wasn't about to ask. Mike Austin had on a simple blouse and brown skirt, really not too far out. He had long hair anyway, but it had been done up a bit, and he was wearing women's glasses. Liz was wearing a clown outfit; like Jason's kilts, it was a bit of a hobby, and, as she explained, "It's a hell of a lot harder for a woman to dress. ‘Pour me coffee and then put on your glad rags. I’m taking your into the city for the day and to spend the night with me. That is, unless you are expecting a gentleman caller.’ Face devoid of make-up, dressed like a man, she was overly conscious of her shiny skin as she blushed but had the comfort of knowing he appeared to be a sensitive and understanding guy. She showered, expecting him to come in at any moment to nail her to the wall… but he didn’t. Never before had she wished to be seriously. She nibbled on my clit. I gasped. That did it. That sent me into a frothy boil of rapture. Ecstasy burst through me. This blissful steam rushed through my nerves, billowing through my body. It reached my mind, fogging my thoughts with euphoric delight.“Tonya!” I howled, bucking on the bed. “Yes, yes, yes! You’re amazing! I’m so glad you’re my friend!”She nursed on my clit as I shuddered through my orgasm. My tits heaved. Stars burst across my vision. I squirmed and groaned as this delicious.