Chris looked exhausted, sweat was pouring down his forehead and I could tell he had put all his effort into it. Mom, you look amazing in this position... Could I&hellip,could I take a picture? I smiled back at him, knowing exactly what the word amazing meant in this context. Okay honey! But for your eyes only! Of course mom! he answered excitedly, scrambling to his jeans to pull out his phone. He returned in front of me and aimed his camera at me. I cooperated by smiling seductively into the. . I ... I think?" You pose this questioningly because while you believe you are in the right place, you're still hella confused at the moment.Your face must have been comical because the woman broke her gruff attitude finally with a small chuckle. "You think? Do you not know who you are? Are you having some sort of identity crisis or something? You know if you really ...." She rambles on for a moment, weirdly amused at herself and her clever rhetorts.You finally start to regain your senses as. He swallowed; the walls of his throat massaging my dick blew my mind. “What was that about being a bitch?” he asked with a smile as he rose up off me. I leaned over and kissed some saliva from his mouth. But as soon as we were close again, we fell back into our wild passion, depending on each other’s mouths for survival. We pressed out bodies together as hard as we could, as if trying to fuse. The spit that had spread across our dicks and legs and stomachs slid wetly across each other,. Iplayed along and measured right over his padded bra. It was strange,because I was enjoying this. I figured out Jenny wears a 32A bra andPaula was a 34B. Both girls measured me and they both got it right, 36D.Paula whispered in my ear, "Wow Terri, you are built and they arereal!" I smiled and said, "Yes, they are all me! See what this Feminizerdisease does?" Jenny said, "What is it like to have real breasts?"Melissa smiled and watched me for my response. I explained to Jenny thatI grew from a.