I'd had a word with the organisers about what I would need to make an impression and following their advice I had a good looking stall set up awaiting... the opening. There was one more potter at the show and we had a good chat about our varying techniques and wares. Sheila had been doing it for many years and, through choice, had only a very limited range, only one of which overlapped mine. She reckoned to sell about half her stock of fifty pots. She also suggested that I put my prices up as most. Then I got the big scissors from the desk drawer in the living room. I had a hard time cutting through the nylon straps but one at a time I managed. I left Mom’s hands until the end. I untied her big tits and then I massaged them to get some blood back into them. They had turned blue. Mom liked the feel of my hands on her breasts. I knew because she told me. She also admitted that she had enjoyed it when I had my cock inside her pussy. Then I cut the nylon strap around her wrists and pulled the. "Hang on Jane let me finish. "My son said her voice was angry, but that she was grinning broadly and enjoying his embarrassment. Then Justin said that she said, 'What's the matter Robertson you fat fuck, never seen a pair of tits before?' And that was apparently when she lifted the hem of her skirt and pulled it up as she turned around so that he could see. And then satisfied that she had my son's and the entire canteen's attention she continued her abuse by saying, 'Then again you like looking. Finally he stopped and said they looked fine to him, but felt I still needed to keep my appointment next week, It would be best if a more experienced doctor did the test, I thought, the cheeky bugger, after all this and I still had to go, that thought about him getting a free feel still sent nice feelings through my body, I was still happy just standing there with my breasts out for his gaze when he spoke, ”Mrs Jones, could I ask a favour”, “Sure, anything”, I said.He then asked me if he could.