I watched her bum and it did not jiggle anything likemine. She said that it was the stretchy, ankle length bottoms that shewas wearing, they held her ...um firm and comfortable. She promised to lendme some, to try out.Yesterday I tried on a pair and they were lovely and supportive. They didshow off my decreasing package, though. I could not understand what Jenwas laughing at until I looked in a mirror. I had my boxer shorts onunder the stretchy material, they looked ridiculous. Jen suggested that. When I was looking at the prostitutes, a man dressed in white dress came towards us and introduced himself as Ashok (pimp). He said that mom looked very hot and if she became a prostitute, she could earn her monthly salary in a day. Mom first refused but due to the huge amount she agreed for it. Then Ashok pressed mom’s boobs and kissed her. He asked mom to get fucked in the park to know if she was ready to be a prostitute. Mom pleaded him that she would get fucked in the car but, he said mom. I relaxed against his chest.That night I awoke to a hand on my hip, pulling my butt back into the little spoon position. The big spoon, of course, was Dad, his hard cock nested between my butt cheeks and his hot breath on the back of my neck.Not again! I thought. Why hadn't I thought to wear clothes to bed?Dad's hand slipped between my thighs and his fingers started to caress my pussy lips and clit. In my post-sleep brain fog I realized that I had just been woken from a sexy dream where a man. It had felt right and natural to us from the beginning. Jess was short, like me, and had beautiful, rich brown hair that flowed down her shoulders and back. She kept it long because that’s what I preferred, and since we’d met it had grown from hanging just above her shoulder blades to now passing the small of her back. It was thick, lush and soft, and complimented her eyes, two wide, glossy dark pools that I found myself lost in on a regular basis. Her face was oval and appeared younger than.