Don't hold back. She wants to do it. And she's good. Can you - make it last?" John nods. "Be a waste not to, wouldn't it?" "Good. I'll get h...er." He taps on the bathroom door. She appears immediately, as though she has been waiting for the summons. Any fears he may have had about her commitment are dispelled by her appearance. She steps forward wearing a lacy black bra - necessary to support ample breasts - matching black french knickers, suspender belt, black stockings, high. He was breathing hard, his throat nearly closing up as he saw her breasts. They were small C-cup or large B-cup, and prefect as anything else in the world. Clark threw her shirt into the water on purpose and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her face roughly to his and kissing her glistening lips. The rush of skin on skin contact made them both moan around each others tongues. Clark squeezed her ass again and was delighted to hear a squeal from his partner as he extricated his hand and. Life didn't work like that. So she just kept on working, and Ijust kept standing there like a big fat idiot.Eventually I made my way up to the counter, where I was standing face toface - or as close as I could, given my renewed height - with Sara. Shelooked up at me in line, and I looked into her eyes, hoping to see aglimmer of recognition, but there was nothing there."Can I help you?" she asked in a flat tone that suggested I was justanother in an endless line of customers she'd have to help. As I quietly opened my door, I heard my mother's voice."Joey? Joey? Is that you, hon?" Yeah." Come here for a moment."I froze. If what I suspected was true, my mother and her lover would be nude. I Was going to see a woman... TWO women... totally nude and in living color. For a second, I wondered if I should go. One of the women WAS my mother. But a teenager's dick, once awakened, does all of the thinking. And none of it makes any sense to a logical mind."Just a moment, mom. I want to check my.