"Certainly, miss. Let me measure your feet." If the clerk sees any trace ofa boy in the figure before her, she does not show it in her words orattitud....The young woman glows at the word "miss" and takes off her shoes, revealingthe inexpertly painted toes visible in knee high stockings.The sales clerk measures her feet, and soon she is wobbling on a pair ofwhite skates. A careful test under the watchful eye of the clerk later, shetakes them off, and takes them to the counter to pay.Later, she. I couldn’t believe her. I let go and she bent forward. I grabbed her swelling breasts that hung like pendulums, and started sucking on them. I was hungry. I would often lose grip of her breasts because they were so big, but that was half the fun. My mouth moved from breast to breast.She got hold of my cock, and inserted it into her vagina, where I began to pump. She virtually sat her arse on me, as I pumped. From here on, her eyes were closed, and she stroked her hair back. Her arms. My cock immediately grew hard.At this point the rage left my mother's face and her mouth formed a surprised 'O'. "You can let me go now," she said. "I can see that you feel the same as I do, so I won't fight you."I slowly released her wrists, but stayed close in case this was just a ruse. Her hand went immediately to my crotch, slippin my cock from my pyjama vent, and began massaging my throbbing erection."You'll never know how many years I've dreamed of this moment," she breathed in my ear.. She wriggled and her self indulgent smile broke into the famous grin, her tongue poking out and licking her lower lip. I could not resist but moved in on her to catch the tip of her tongue with mine and then draw it into my mouth. We kissed long and hard and Jane, as if realising anew that my body was stretched the length of her, started to undulate her bound body so that her hips rubbed against my erection and her breasts softly pressed against my chest, her nipples touching mine in an.