”“How did he know you weren’t focused?” Melody asked.“He caught me watching the stream on my smartphone in class,” she giggled.“You were...’t!” Allison screamed. “In class?”“Hi Allison,” Kate said. “Did you pass out?”“Mmm. I just sort of went black for an instant. Not quite out.”“That’s only because we nearly fell off the bed and all got a shot of adrenalin,” I said.“So did you and your tiger ... um ... finish?” Melody asked, getting us right back to the real subject of interest.“Ohh, I don’t. She picked it up and read it. ‘These clothes are at your disposal, wear any that you like. The only exception is that you wear the pair of blue panties that are lying on the pillow. You will find that they are… exceptionally comfortable and conforming. Remember my little slut, dress to fuck.’ She read and reread the note again. Looking around, she saw the pair of panties on the pillow. She slowly walked over to them and sat on the bed. Shifting them around in her hands, the panties felt like. Mom's dirty talk spurred me on to send her over the edge. I reached around and grabbed her jiggling boobs, squeezing the big round globes I had suckled on as a baby, and would again no doubt, I thought with a grin. Mom's tits were surprisingly firm. In fact, her whole body was firm, not an ounce of fat on it anywhere. She must really be into this aerobics shit she told me about in a big way.I squeezed Mom's tits for a while and then grabbed her hips, fucking my cock a little harder into the. And she was there. And she was soaping her amazing breasts. Her hands cupped and lathered and rinsed those magnificent globes, and as the soap sluiced down her body (to this day I still can't tell you anything else about her body from that memory except what her perfect tits looked like), all the time spent increasing my “performance window”, well, it went right out the door because I simply dropped my shorts and undies, licked my right palm once for what was totally unnecessary lubrication.