My hair was a mess. I started singing along, loudly, to the jukebox. I still can't hear Etta James "Sunday Kind of Love" without cringing at the thoug...t of me belting it out at the top of my lungs. Apparently, at some point, I decided I didn't want to wear my bra anymore, and unhooked it. I pulled it out of my sleeve like I was performing a parlor trick, and the group applauded. My large heavy breasts were now unencumbered by nylon and underwire and my dark nipples were visible through the pale. "Better. College cheerleader," she said with a smile. She licked her lips clean and kissed me on the forehead.Better than I'd dreamed.After a long shower, I came down to breakfast to find Mom frying bacon as if this was the most normal breakfast we'd ever had."Morning, Mom," I said, hugging her. "Thanks." For what, sweetheart? That blowjob?" she laughed. "No, thank you. That was quite a treat first thing in the morning." Glad you feel that way," I said, continuing to hug her but squeezing her. "Thank you." She let her arms drop and the bikini fell away, and she bent over and reached up under her skirt, slowly easing the cotton short shorts off. She wiggled her behind, eyes focused on his as her bottom came into view, inch by inch. He had to admit that this was very sexy. "Don't tell me you don't want some action from an ass like this?" She squeezed her legs together and let the sides of the delicate material fall, then spread them just enough for the shorts to slide down and. “Do you think I should offer to buy him a drink?” She mused in a really provocative manner. I replied by challenging her to return his generosity with her jacket left undone. But much to my disappointment, she chickened out by redoing the button, deciding that he may think she was coming on to him. My hardness was almost busting as I teasingly offered her some money to do it. Mandy laughed and just took the note and moved along the bar. The guy noticed her immediately, his eyes instinctively.