On the fifth lap, her hands circled around the mounds of her breasts. Terry smiled as the dark brown peaks of her nipples puckered into hard nibs. Her...hands continued to circle her breasts, each rotation spiraling dangerously closer to the target. “Is this standard technique?” Denise asked, too aware of her aroused state and yet not embarrassed enough to care. “No,” Terry admitted with a smile, “Do you want me to stop?”Denise shook her head, “No.”“Good,” Terry’s smile bigger as her hands. "Ok, so what happens now," Kira said. "It was great, I loved every secondof it and I want to do it again, but now it's time for you to spill. Whydid you even do it?"Dianne pressed Kira close to her until she could feel her face nestledjust above one of her breasts and the other one resting on Kira's."I thought of it as soon as I said we had the same taste in men," shesaid."I realized that you would never ask me to do that, you're still too muchof the loyal husband to make that suggestion even. I couldn’t plow my face into it fast enough! My tongue shot into her vagina as the shower water ran down over my face and her pussy.Mom screamed in delight. It echoed off the ceramic tile walls. Amidst all the shower water I could still taste her vaginal fluid. It was thick and flowing heavily as I sucked and licked to keep it all inside me instead of losing it down the shower drain. I ran it all through my mouth, savoring it, before swallowing. Mom’s scream transformed into more of a painful. It was a beautiful dress, I had to admit, even if it was slightly itchy and a little too short. I glanced down at my toes and sighed. You could see up to my ankles. Maggie said it was considered very improper to see a woman’s ankles, but since I hadn’t any other clothes, she said it would have to do. I stared at her for a moment, before nodding. No ankles. Got it. I wanted to shake my head and tell her the only thing improper in my time was walking around nude. And people did that anyway too..