I again went to the bathroom door and knocked. Friends, you are reading this story on Indiansexstories dot net. Me- Mom, it been too long I am worried...are you really fine?Mom- Please wait I’ll be out in a while.I waited. Within 5 minutes, mom came out. She was normally dressed in her top and leggings. I enquired as to what was wrong.Mom- Dear, I feel a burning sensation between my legs.Me- Oh, where exactly mom? Come to the bedroom, let me check it.Mom- No, no, please, I can’t show it to you.. Her closet is basically just a bunch of sweats and athletic stuff, savefor a few dressy clothes she has to wear on occasion. So while I could dothat, it would be boring, and I didn't think Karen would really care allthat much in the end.So I figured that I'd pick out an outfit that I'd wear if Karen's bodywas really my own body, or heaven forbid I got stuck in it forever. Youknow, something that's 'me', if this were me. I found this awesome skirtthat went a little past my knees that's pretty. You can rub some of the baby oil on her breasts, if you want to," I instructed.Vickie groaned. I'm not sure if it was because she could see Nicky grinding away on Little Mike or because she wanted Amy to rub the oil on her tits.Amy moved around behind her, hesitating only briefly, before pouring some more baby oil on her hands, then using both of her small hands, she began massaging one of Vickie's large breasts.Vickie's little 'eeks' began again softly. I monitored her, but without any direct. He allowed her to sit directly on him, clothing making it wonderful friction as he ground against her.Tomo shuddered, biting her bottom lip at the sensation. The hardening flesh further hit home what was happening, and she pressed into the kiss to hide her slight flustered expression. But that continuous grinding against her felt good, and her hips gave a slight, experimental roll in response.Good, she was learning quickly, and that's what he wanted. After all, it wouldn't do if they were.