I moved slowly in and out of her tight ass. I reached around and palmed her breasts. Thrust in; squeeze tit. I sat up a rhythm. Her head moved back cl...ser to mine."Cover us with your blanket, she moaned"I quickly covered us with my blanket."Now hurry! Finish in me before your father wakes up. Son, give mom all that big fat fucking dick! Fill my ass with your seed."She thrust back and I pounded forward. I leaned forward so I could whisper in her ear.Mom, your ass is amazing! So tight!" Oh son, I. Your name is now Juanita Cortezand your home is in Tijuana Mexico. I remembered how much you hated theMexicans, even refused to let them work for you. So I thought this wasappropriate punishment. You are now, what you hated most."What John found was a middle aged Mexican woman who was dress in asimple blouse and skirt. The blouse showed off her amble breasts. Whichwere 44 GGG. The rest of his body was showing signs of becoming over weight.With tears streaming down his face John asked. . I should not have been surprised, after all, we were both bisexual, but I was still hurt. I loved this man, and after talking with our friends about it, I realized he was getting from her something I could never, ever, give him: pussy.To his credit, he broke it off immediately. And he said quite seriously that if I fucked a woman, it'd be okay with him. But, it was still there. He, and I for that matter, were always going to want, even if we said we didn't, a feminine touch.I had an idea. And the way the bands of colour darkened upwards in ever-increasing rings of nylon, fired my imagination. They seemed to slowly draw the eye up to some warm but forbidden darkness that must lie hidden beyond. I remember how I studied the white suspender clips, standing out as they did against the ultimate brown of the stocking top. They seemed to hang there like miniature guide-rails, waiting for some innocent hand to grasp them for support and be led up, unsuspectingly, to the waiting wonders.