“Damn baby! You are much bigger. I might choke”. Aunt Ruth was worried but at the same time tried hard to take it all down her throat. She raised ...her head a little, with her eyes shut and started taking more of his cock meat in her mouth. Very expertly, she was making her mouth to get familiar with his cock size, gently kissing and licking the cock knob and slowly sucking more and more of his cock in her mouth. It was so obvious that George’s girth was making it very difficult to take it all. Her hips swayed provocatively as I walked behind her and noted the perfect round globes of her buttocks outlined in her tight jeans.****In the rose garden, the special volunteers were still kissing and fondling each other until the women’s nipples stood up hard from their round tits and their juices had started to flow in their cunts. The men’s proud erections stood out from their bodies in anticipation of the fresh pussy they were about to welcome into their circle.Most spectacular was. Her blue veined breasts were pendulous. Her nipples, about a third of the way up the bottom curve of her breasts, were thumb sized and hard. Given their size they were not that bad. They were like pink melons, full and extending outside the frame of her body. Their mature sag had not turned into torpedoes with the nipples pointed at the floor.Though rotund at 5’ 6” and maybe 50 pounds heavier than she was in my teenage years, she was still my mother, the object of many teenage fantasies. At 200. I sat down beside him, and nodded feeling almost dazed. My emotions were all over the place, and my twat burned with need. God damn these jean shorts! With a smirk and an aroused gleam in his eye, Milo wrapped his arms around me. Chest to chest, I looked up into his eyes. our faces were mere millimeters apart. His gazed warmed me like a hot sun. Our lips met and it was like a sudden explosion. He pressed me down into the bed, rolling on top of me. Hungry need over took us, his tongue dancing.