After all, patience wasn't exactly one of Hannah's stronger virtues. But once again she had surpassed Samantha's expectations, something she mostly ma...aged when she did something for her sister. Samantha tried to twist and turn. She desperately wanted to put some pressure on her pussy in reaction to the heat it created inside of her.A sudden light noise had her stop. Somebody was trying to step closer stealthily. But of course Samantha still heard it. The game had finally begun. Hannah would. But remember don’t press them too hard. Those are gentle and soft, please don’t hurt mommy.Me: Yes Mom I will keep that in mind.Mom: Go ahead, son.This gave me confidence. Not only I was hugging my mom from behind with a hard-on but was also pressing her soft boobies. It was a to and fro motion as well. I guess Mom was enjoying it as well but wasn’t saying anything during those minutes. Suddenly I guess mom noticed my hard-on.Mom: Avi what’s that?Me: What mom?Mom: Something is hitting me.Me:. .boobs...tits! They way they rose and fell with his breathing,jutting out into the world as a signal of his sex, weighing him down intofeminity."The implants were straightforward enough - the highest quality of course- even an expert 'boob man,' if you will excuse the expression, would beunable to tell. For the nipples we used a clever acid which lightlyburnsthe skin and not only discolours it to the exact shade you see here, italso gently mottles the skin to the texture of the female aureole.. Or at least she used to think so. After the first few stories, I asked her to help me with the proofreading part. I would print the stories out and bring them to her, and watch her as she read them. Now I know on my own personal Peter Meter that each story has to have a rating of 9.3 or better before I'll let it out the door. But I never had any way of knowing how they rated with the ladies. Now I do.After the first couple, June decided she would do her proofreading in bed. And now I can always.