She began her routine. It was different than that of herSuper Bowl debut. She had developed it with the help of the instructor at Genesis.She was in a...simple plaid 'A' line skirt and white blouse, a thong for showand a matching bra. It provided a good three song set, leaving her in a tootight thong and pasties at the half way stage of the last song. By the end of the first song she had shed her blouse. Cindy nodded her approvalas the next song began. By the end of that song Sandy had shed her. I continued fumbling around on her breasts thru the material and managed to slip one hand inside and under her bra, feeling the tiny mound of flesh. Her intake of breath was enthralling and as if to devour me, she kissed much more passionately the more I moved my hand under her bra. She pulled back after a few moments and told me that no one had every touched her breasts before and she was happy that I was the first to try it. By now, I was again fully hard with my cock straining at the fly. I. ” They were both giggling and I could tell they were already drunk and it was only 10:30 am. They came upstairs. It was my birthday two days prior. “Hey sexy happy birthday, this is my friend Stacy .” Stacy was another gorgeous woman in her early forties. She was blonde, fit, and had noticeable breast implants just a little smaller than Sonny. Sonny grabbed my shirt and began to kiss me. She kept kissing me and then noticed my cock was filling with blood. She started to stroke my growing. He asked mom to take of her pallu so that he can clearly take measurements. Mom hesitantly accepted. No one is here except us. Your son went away no one is here feel free he said. He touched mom and shoulders and told before you asked know i will explain you. He touched her boobs and told this is one style and explaining. He went back side and touched her shoulders and explaining. He pushed his hands forward and pressed her boobs slightly. No reaction from mom. He got enough dare and pressed.