“Let’s start with your top,” Paula said as she completed a circle around Alene and stopped right in front of her. Alene’s breasts, they were b...gger than ever and she couldn’t help but wonder how her body developed since the spell she cast more than a year and a half ago. It was amazing, all the changes she’s been through.“They must be at least a G Cup,” Paula commented as she slowly grabbed Alene’s right breast with both hands, “it’s so huge, suck your other nipple for me,” she demanded, but. She's confident, gregarious, chatty, and I'm the quiet one, but after a few drinks I can be just as bad as her.Angie has always been the dead straight one, likes her men, likes her booze, loves her kids. I had bit of a wild time when I was in my teens and twenties, but I've calmed down a lot since then, though not completely. Paul and I still like the odd spliff at bedtime, and he doesn't know it, and nor did Angie, but when I was a club babe back in the '90s, and when I was in the right mood. ”“It’s true. And it’s because you’re so gorgeous with your blonde hair and blue eyes. And you give an amazing deep throat blowjob.”“Thank you! I love to be throat-fucked.”I was about to go to sleep when Kelly said, “Hey! Don’t you dare go to sleep! We have a lot more things to do.” Then she slipped down and sucked me back to hardness.“I’m going to ride your cock until you’re almost ready to cum, then I want you to shoot off in my throat.” Then she sat down on my cock and rode it through three. I moaned and gasped, his hand squeezing so hard.“Yes, yes, satiate your lusts in me!” I moaned. “Mmm, yes, I won't let my strong son suffer. Pump your cum into me.”“Fuck, Mom,” he groaned. “You are such a—”“No!” I hissed. “Your sister is a slut! I'm just helping my son out! I'm just being a good mother.”“Right, right,” he grunted, pumping his dick harder, faster. “Oh, Mom, yes, help me out. I'm so fucking hard. Leyla's got that tight ass. I want to fuck her so badly.”“You will,” I whimpered..