"Ellen not knowing what else to do reluctantly got up off the floor and walked over to where her two friends were standing, still not able to look at ...heir half-naked bodies."Oh for Christ's sakes Ellen, you look as if you haven't ever seen a girls' tits before; you're going to have to look at ours to judge us." Jean chided her friend.Ellen slowly looked up at Jean and Ricki. Jean's breasts were big, much bigger than hers and they had to be heavy as they sagged down onto her chest. Ricki's were. He began to slowly rub her clit in tight little circles, kissing her again as she cried out for him and ground her hips against his hand. Suddenly he felt her begin to tremble hard, her head rolling against the wall as her tight flesh began to spasm against his fingers. She moaned his name, her eyes rolling in ecstasy. It was too much for him, he needed to be inside of her, and quickly. He fumbled for his zipper and groaned when his throbbing head came in contact with her hot, slick flesh. ‘Oh. "Get us a drink, will you, Mike?" Melissa asked as she continued to comfort Melissa. "No trouble," Mike said, dropping to his knees to open the small refrigerator. "What's your poison, Mom?" "Bourbon straight," she replied, wiping the dampness off her forehead. "Aunt Michelle?" "The same only if there is some ice, put in a couple of cubes." "Honey?" he asked his wife. "Nothing! I'm not feeling well," she said.When the two other limos were loaded with their daughters, sons-in-law, and their. She brushed past his zipper when she was checking. George felt a strange tingling in that area. He looked down and he felt his privates grow.“George, you better take off those boots now, you are getting mud everywhere.” Wait, is this your backpack?” He nodded and she bent over to pick up the backpack, and her skirt showed him the uppermost part of her thigh. More tingling. He shivered; the rain really had made him pretty cold. His mom heard his teeth chatter.“Oh George, you must be freezing. A.