A finger traces the bottom curve or your left breast. Then nothing. You feel my warm breath on your face, on your lips, you lick them ready for the k...ss you know will come… closer… almost touching… a finger slides up your inner thigh and the breath is gone… so close. A hand on your left knee then away, you flinch as my whole mouth sucks in your big toe tongue swirling around it then gone. Two fingers “walk” up your right leg, stomach, between your breasts, neck, chin where my thumb and finger. As I tell her and as I cum she pulls away from my cock, most of it goes down her throat but the last two spurts hit her face. As I finish she gives my cock a good cleaning with her mouth and then sits up. I tell her some is on her face and she asks me to take a picture with her phone, which I do, thinking it is for our ever growing collection. Wow, I tell her that was crazy that she kept going with everyone watching. She just smiles and pulls my hand in-between her legs. Her crotch is soaked. You cant tell anyone what you saw or what happened with us yesterday. You need to understand that I have needs and you father doesnt believe that sex outside of having kids is really necessary all of the time. When I went to the PTA meeting last year I met your math teacher and things just started happening. Its the first time I felt like a woman in a while. Assuming the story I heard is true, its hard to believe thats true mom I said challengingly Well it hasnt always been this way. He just. I was envious of her breasts, her nipples puffed and cup-caked, something she knew drove men wild with passion for her.They had a double effect as they made me feel more inadequate, as my flat chest resembled that of a young boy, but my nipples held the promise of more to come, as they protruded magnificently as evidence of my femininity, especially to any man wishing for a female to hold himself against.Back then breasts were the dominant feature defining a girl from a woman, we were so.