Sara felt hands in her hair stroking and holding her in place. She sucked alittle bit and heard Karen ask to be nibbled too. She nipped gently at the ...ard nub.‘Oh that’s it yesss harder darling, suck me!’ Karen moaned.Sara continued her love making at the breast and felt her mother’s hand on her own and guiding it to her other breast and closing her fingers around it. The hardness of Karen’s nipple against her tongue was more exciting than she thought it might be. Sara felt aroused and guilty. But not as bad as others," I replied, keeping my head low in hopes she was buying into my bull shit."How long have you had these nightmares?"I knew Mom wasn't going to just to let this go and sighed, "For a couple of months now." Why didn't you tell me sooner?" It's embarrassing, Mom. I mean, I am an adult now. And well, you don't go and tell your parents about stuff like this."Mom scooted closer and took hold of my hand."There's nothing to be embarrassed about, honey. It's not like you can. I didn’t know if it was going to hurt. He walked and stood right in front of me. I slowly looked down as his hands captured one nipple in his hand.He slowly clamped my nipple in one fluid motion and I cried out with the sheer pain and pleasure that shot through me. I screamed even louder as the other nipple clamp followed suit.All four men laugh loudly and in turn, started to squeeze, pinch, and pull my breasts again. I started to protest by pushing and kicking them. It seemed to only excite. Our bodies began to move in time, a slow dancing rhythm that could stretch on for eternity, an endless satisfaction of peace within us. I reached behind her back and pushed at the clasp that held her bra in place, its soft cotton and flowery design was enticing to touch and feel against my chest, I left one hand to slide down along the side of her body and pull at her waist so that her hips rose up to meet mine. My other hand finally slid the clasp of her bra open and I slipped the supporting.