When I was done getting 'nice and clean', I went down for breakfast. My mom, still wearing nothing but that loose fitting robe, was serving some eggs ...o my sister, who was wearing a bra and a towel. The bra did nothing to hide the fact that her nipples were pink and pointy, but then again, mom's robe didn't hide her pointiness too well either.As my mom served up my eggs, she bent over, and her robe flew open, revealing her quality, durable breasts. Even though she was 36 years of age, her boobs. I gasped as he quickly pinched and twisted one nipple as he hurriedly sucked on my other. “Fuuuck” I moaned, neglecting his cock for a moment and reveling in the attention that he was giving my body. I ran my fingers through his hair and grabbed handfuls of it, needing something to hold onto as he sent me through my very first orgasm.He stopped then and looked at me curiously and smiled, rising slightly from his position on top of me. “Did you just…” I’m sure that he was about to say ‘cum,’. I was slightly puzzled by her concern for my welfare and her selfless determination to make things good for me. We had always liked each other in a strangely familial way, having grown up in the same area, ten years apart in age, but this was above and beyond the call of duty.Back in St Peter Port, the crowd broke up as people headed for taxis, but Jane had a huddled conversation with Maria and the secretary, Shazza. Then the three of them walked with me, Jane leading the way, towards my flat.I. She held the lower part together. His hands did feel good as he tenderly caressed the sensitive flesh and when his mouth found a nipple a flash of pleasure raced to her crotch.He was a big brown man, a construction worker with muscles, and quite a bit taller than she. Noting that she was not resisting, he picked her up and carried her to a bedroom. Her robe fell open and he gazed at her body. “Miss Helen, I have no woman so want fun with you and make you joy.” Unable to resist she spread her.