Which, I guess, meant my shirt was either made by a fat tailor, which I doubted was the meaning, or was "heavily made", which was especially confusing...as it was made of a very light material. On the other hand, it made as much sense as everything else here. The shirt didn't even have buttons all the way up; only about two-thirds of the way. It tightly hugged my waist, torso and chest, until it opened at the top to display a lot more of my chest than I'd ever unbutton a normal shirt to. It had. So I just pressed my balls more towards her mouth. She slightly opened her mouth and her saliva was now wetting the balls.I kept still in this position, waiting for my mother-in-law to move and at the same time, enjoying the moment.I was again half asleep and I sensed that she moved her head to my lower belly now and changed the face’s direction which resulted in my dick tip touching my mother-in-law’s face.Her lips were lightly touching my pointed dick and I in half sleep had moved upwards and. ‘Yes’ ‘So you like it? A nod from me.‘So why don’t you just let them each see you up front, like that?’ I tried to explain that as soon as that happened the next time there would be no excitement. He thought about that for a while.‘Rob is now almost the same age as I was that day in the school, when you showed your open, naked pussy so well, you already said you were more aroused by my seeing you like that, than the others’I nodded, my mouth was dry.‘When you took me back to my old school, I. There were four deliberately cut holes in her denim shorts. Naked flesh peeped through each hole which likely were positioned to leave no doubt that this girl was going commando.Billy was stupefied, stunned and sticking out. Yes, he had gown a boner and it was making him uncomfortable. For one thing, while the old man too had his eyes on their latest compartment companion, the two old Scottish matrons were glaring at both Billy and the goddess. The lad's 'extended interest' had not gone.