Feel that? Feel how soft and supple it is? The other is just like it.”Sara felt the palm of her hand envelope Angie’s breast. It was soft, but fir..., and the shape of it in her hand felt wonderful. She could feel the puffiness of her nipple mound as well as the breast past it. Sara wanted to squeeze like she often did hers, but was not sure if she should.“Go ahead, Sara. Feel it. I can feel your hand wanting to massage it. Go ahead. I promise it will feel good to both me and you.” Angie said as. I couldn't come up with anything and finally realized it was probably to do with my standing outside the door at the beginning of class. As I tried to come up with an excuse quickly I heard the door slam as the last student walked out of class. Rachael’s voice broke into my world. "Yasmin, I couldn't help but notice that you were waiting outside the door before class and you hardly acknowledged me when you entered the room? That’s not like you. Is everything OK?" I couldn't come up with a. Good, sighed Carol, I like you touching me too. She felt warm and good inside, she had finally got what she had been lacking on the previous occasion, she had achieved an orgasm, a mind blowing orgasm and to hell with the consequences because right now she just didnt care. And if it meant that she would get this much pleasure, her underage son could touch her any time he wanted, or at least when there was a suitable opportunity. Carol could feel her sons erection still bulging through his. ‘Yes slut…you may…at work in the washrooms… shut the stall door…but do not lock it… strip completely… take a picture on your phone of you sitting on the toilet…legs spread and send it to me. I want to see tits and cunt.’The shocked mother was not expecting his reply to be so explicit… and immediately regretted asking him if she could alleviate that burning itch in her pussy. Before she could put forward her objections he continued…‘Lift up your skirt’ Forgetting the shocking instruction of.