Oh y God ! It was amazing. The nipples in my moth wer sweeter than sweetest of the mangoes I have ever eaten. I was suckling one nipple after another ...nd again to first nipple. This went on for 5 minutes. My moms breathing increased and she was uttering sounds like “haaaaaaaaa sssssss hhhaaaaaaaaaaaa sssssssss haaaaaaaaaaaa chandu……”. My tongue was totally satisfied with what it got. Now my cock was urging me to go below. Even though my tongue was satisfied with the boobs juices it wanted more. Kinda like he was gouged with nine inch nails."The other girl laughed at her friend's cruel quip as they continued browsing the rack. At 17, with a severe case of cystic acne, Danny heard dozens of comments like that every day. Classmates often taunted him, calling him "Pizza Face," and once when he went away as part of a school convention, his roommates waited till he fell asleep then played "connect the dots" on his face, drawing a crude picture.Danny had grown accustomed to the comments and. ?” We replied, “Bring it on.” And with that he handed us two glasses containing red liquid. “Its called the Spanish Fly.” We both took a sip. I was expecting this crazy reaction but I felt nothing. We said thanks and continued to sip. Within 15 minutes I started to feel this uncontrollable rush of bl**d to my cock. I looked at my wife and could see she was all flush too. I looked at her crotch and her pussy lips were all swollen, nearly 3 times the normal size, eating her bikini bottoms. A. I assume a comment about her body. I felt that my presence inhibited them a bit, which was fine with me. When she came back with their drinks on a tray, she served them. She had to be sideways to them to avoid her tits hitting the drinks on the tray. The oldest and ugliest and most ill dressed man was seated on the end of the couch, next to the wall and windows. I thought of him as Mr. Ugly. When she served each man, she took the opportunity to engage them in conversation. It was her way of.