I understand. Take off your shirt..., blouse, I mean.Let me get my tape measure. I'll bring you one of my smaller bras andwe'll explore a bit."I took ...ff my shirt and covered myself when Mother reentered my bedroom.Silly me! Like Mother hadn't ever seen me topless before."Hold your arms up, dear." She demonstrated. I held my arms as Mothermeasured my chest, under the breasts and at nipple height. "34 TripleA," she said, like I was supposed to know what that means. I do, and wasa little. “Piece of cake, Trish. Of course Ms. Sloane was helpful. Rather useful, in fact.”In our basement Lair, The McGovern had me in one hand, Froggy in the other, working -- with her favorite vanilla lubricant -- her up-and-down magic, “You weren’t nervous, Brewster?”“Au contrary, bon ami. Professionality, you know.”“Gosh, I’m ever so proud. How did the Q and A go?”“Swimmingly.” Then — Tell The Truth being the personal Birdie Motto — I added, “I let Ms. Sloane handle that part. She’s young and needed. I wanna watch and lick her clit at the same time."Moisture and lubrication were plentiful with these two girls, so I gently nudged the head of my dick into Britt's beautiful, tight little bum. She grunted and squealed, but I pushed a little more each time, and stroke by stroke I was eventually balls deep in her ass."Fuck my ass hard!" she screamed, and I gave her couple of minutes of intense, powerful thrusting. She groaned and squealed. I could feel her butt muscles contract around my cock and. Please do it,” yelled Bonita.I withdrew my thumb and replaced it with my tongue flat against her tight hole. I pushed two fingers in her pussy. Bonita was pushing her hips back and forth. I wanted her to have a violent orgasm and to make her spray her juices.“Angela please come over and kiss me. I want to taste your lips. My ass and pussy feel like they are on fire. Fuck! This is wonderful,” said Bonita.“I am going to do better. I am going to let you eat my pussy,” said Angela.I saw Angela get.