Their cum was still leaking out of her and these two kids could think of nothing more creative than to put their hands down to shield their privates f...om my dainty eyes."Easy, boys; I've seen them before. Take your hands away; I've been feasting on that stuff since back before I ever had my first period." I looked at the one with the fat cock."Which one are you?" I'm Ernie Underwood, ma'am." Oh, yes, I know your mother and sister. That's some fine piece of meat you have down there, son. I'd. "Now what's on your mind? What's my not going back to school have to do with anything?"After another glance at Andy — Bobbie felt that he was screwing up his courage — Ken plunged in. "Mrs. Conroy, you know that we're six years old now?" She nodded and he continued, "The problem is that we should be in school. But..." But school would be a little stupid — at least the first grade with its pre-reading — for children who already read at the college level," Bobbie interjected.Then looking closely. One morning, she turned up for our gym session in a pair of new shiny, high-rise leggings and a tight gray t-shirt cropped just above her belly button. Her tits stretched her crop top far out in front of her body and I watched them bounce against each other heavily as she came down the stairs. They were easily the size of cantaloupes.“Whoa, Mom. Looking good,” I blurted out before I had a chance to stop myself.“Thanks honey. They’re sexy aren’t they,” she said running a hand down the contour of. Without conscious thought, her left hand drifted down to beneath her bikini bottoms to stroke the now absolutely sodden folds of her pussy.Donald let the teen work on him for a little while, using the control granted him by his new masters to dole out tiny amounts of one of the two fluids he was now able to produce. The changes had robbed him of his ability to experience orgasm to the fullest, but the joy of serving his new mistress was more than fair compensation. And he was still free to.