My tops were often low-cut or cut-off to show my boobs or my stomach or both. I loved showing as much bare skin as I could and my mother never complai...ed.Oh, that's not quite true. We were going to the mall once a couple of months ago and I had on a cutoff tee over my braless boobs and it was one I had chopped off about two years earlier. She had me go look at it in the mirror and, well, most of my nipples did show so I went and changed like she asked. I would have gone that way, though; see. I turned my attention to his shaft while my BFF went down and licked his balls for a while. After he started oozing pre-cum he told us to stop and got off of me; he then rubbed my pussy again for a minute right before plunging deep into my pussy with his lovely cock. He rammed in and out of me moaning loudly. I was moaning too and my BFF was moaning quietly to herself as she rubbed her own pussy watching us fuck. After a minute he told me to eat out her pussy so she straddled my face and I ate. As she leaned over, her eyes stopped momentarily to look at the lump inside his tight underwear, but she kept going. She felt his hands on her head just before he lifted one foot at a time to step out of his pants. She straightened up and grabbed the waistband of his underwear."Use your teeth, slut," he said."Why do you have to call me names?" Because that's what you are. What would you call a woman your age having sex with a 12-year-old? A saint?"Humiliated, Gail dropped her hands to the. The grins of the soldiers spread wider as they stared at the 49-year old woman's white bra and sudden exposure of pale skin. The fullness of Annemie's brassiere promised delights to come, and an air of excitement hung in the room. The agent pulled the T-shirt through his fingers, his eyes never leaving the partially-clad woman standing passively in front of him, nervously looking at the floor. He laid the shirt on the chair and waited again. Annemie was dealing with her increasingly awful.