In the afterglow she asked me lots of questions about my tryst with Irena and Ben. “Did you kiss her ass? Did they both blow you? Who did you prefer... him or her? How hard were you? How long did you last? When can I have them?”“Now fuck me again, better still make love to me, your sexual adventures have turned me on,” Julie whispered to me an hour later.“You owe me baby,” she reminded me two weeks later. “I set up your sexual tryst with Irena and Ben for you on the proviso I give Ben a blow job. He began plunging his mouth faster on my cock, both hands massaging my balls. In light of his earlier comments about making things last I was agreeably surprised that he was so keen to bring me off so fast, however I was only later to realise that he was playing with me to suit his own purposes, for when I gasped that I was cumming, he took a hand from my balls to lightly grip the base of my cock. As soon as I jetted my first burst of spunk into his mouth he began to squeeze my cock between his. I still can’t believe it myself. I am not going to tell you, you will see when you get here. May I please speak to Brandi now?’ I gave the phone to Brandi and they talked most of the way home. We pulled up to our home and walked in. There was a guy standing there and I was speechless. He was six foot tall, blonde hair, blue eyes and you knew he was Brandi’s son. Brandi just stood there and stared with tears streaming down her face. He walked over and put his around her and said, ‘mom.’ You. I brought breakfast: French Toast, coffee, orange juice and extra bacon for Helen.”Stacy, clad in a skimpy pair of lace panties, sat up and looked at the changes in her. It was exactly as everyone expected. An increased cup-size, from a moderate C to a firm D. Added to an unnaturally wet-looking honey-golden-skin, the former Heroine crashed back down on her bed groaning in despair. At least they weren’t huge, just larger and firmer.“It looks like you bathed in honey and didn’t wash it off..