She was always flirting with the men of the neighborhood. Now that I was a futa, I got why they responded. Mrs. Solomon was gorgeous, her brown hair f...alling in curves around that mature and beautiful face, her tits fake and big and perky. She had curving hips and a bubbly ass. Every bit of her was tan. She looked so hot.I loved having mind-controlling panties. Mildred was so awesome to give me one. She was just the best. Ooh, I bet Mrs. Solomon thought the same thing about me. As I entered the. Underneath she was wearing a fluffy white mohair sweater, cropped at her stomach and stretched around her ample bust. I sucked in air around the gag in surprise, and for some reason they all turned to look at me at the same time. I stood there, frozen, unable to walk. They all approached the platform together.Leena said, Here she is. A real surprise. She gestured, waving circles with one hand, which meant I was supposed to walk the platform. I turned carefully, and imitating the models I had. As I didn’t have another appointment to go to that evening, when he asked if he could pay me extra to stay on for a while, in the hope that Lisa was merely running late, I agreed and suggested that while we waited, he tell me more about the things he’d seen the nurses doing. We sat down near the window, so he could keep one eye on the building and when he brought his books out and began to show me what was in them I was amazed at the volume and detail of what he’d recorded over the years. Apart. Now, with a simple loosening of my grip, my fingers slid up to close around Mom's wonderous nipples. Fuck. This was so great. I hunched my boner into the fleshiness of Mom's ass as I lightly pinched and rolled her nipples through the dress. In my mind, I was holding Mom's bare tits and her nipples protruded beyond my circling fingers at least half an inch. I was going to come. It was swelling up and up. I couldn't stop it unless I chucked that image out of my mind, quit humping against her.