This time, when Mel stepped out, her bikini was red and white. Somehow it seemed even smaller than the previous one. As I scanned her body, I noticed ...hat the cool air conditioning had perked up her nipples so they were poking visibly beneath the fabric of her bikini top. Her nipples weren't the only things stiffening. I also noticed a distinct sensation in my own pants."Well?" she asked, giving me another slow sexy spin. "It looks good, too," I said. "That's it?" she asked. "It looks great?" I. But she's beentested several times, and she's okay."A glimmer of hope for me? "How can I get tested?" You have to wait at least a month before taking the test to be sure."Just what I needed to hear! I'd be in agony till I found out, and ifthe test results were bad, I'd be a dead man. "How are you doing withit?" I had to ask."You mean physically? I'm on a shitload of ridiculously expensivedrugs, a cocktail they call it, but so far so good. With any luck, I'llhang in there like Magic. She felt her vaginal fluids oozing at the thought that bending would cause men to have erections, nope, the hem was going to stay where she put it.Marsha finished her prepping and slipped on her heels. She admired herself at the mirror. ‘Yes,’ she thought, ‘the heels really define my calves, God I do look sexy.’ As she left the bedroom, she entered the living room where her daughters were watching a program. Both girls turned and gasped and almost in unison, “Wow, we haven’t seen you look. ”“Good, Sky,” I moaned. “Enjoy Mommy however you want.”“I am!”She squeezed my tits tighter together. She worked them faster, her own cum keeping the boob tube nice and slick. She moaned, squirming on my mouth. She rubbed her shaved vulva across my lips and brushing my nose. I licked at her.I stared at her butt as I did. Her back arched. She moaned, her asscheeks clenching together. I thrust my tongue deeper into her cunt, wanting to get out every drop of my futa-cum out of her as I could.I.