Jill was only a couple inches taller than her daughters 5'4" and her thick blonde hair was just a little longer. Her full C cup or small D cup bra was...n't really needed. Her exercise program kept them as firm as her daughter's breasts. Jill's flat stomach was exposed by one of those blouses that seemed to hang from the breast tips to just below the tit and left the midriff exposed. Jill's blouse may have exposed a little more than most blouses of this type but, what the heck. It wasn't like she. Yet today this beautiful woman was the sad, desperate one, attempting to get attention from an average-looking young man anyone would say is not in the same league. Eric knew better, every girl in the world was in his league."Do you want me to show you the back seat?" she said.Eric sighed. There it was… the inevitable culmination of all the needless flirting and the fateful moment when he has to decide wheter to break her heart or destroy her ass. Of course, decisions like this were heavily. That thing looks huge compared to my little nub.”Annie ruffled his hair as she said, “It will. He had a little nub around this time last year. Just give it time.”She told me that she was fine with the boy helping her dry off, there wasn’t much he hadn’t already seen and she was starving. As I headed out the door she told me to see if I could wake Paula up and get her dressed. It would do her good to walk to get her food, even if I had to support her.You want me to dress her like a female. I was crying, trying to push them away,but I was forced over onto my knees, one of them holding my wrists to hischest as he started to unbuckle his trousers. One behind me kept tryingto pull my legs apart, and laughed as I pulled them back together.Finally he knees got between mine. I still struggled, but my skirt wasflipped up, my knickers literally ripped off. I was crying, begging, butthe one in front was forcing my head down, rubbing his big cock againstmy face while I felt another jerk.