Observing Sheila and admiring her charm and grace, I watched her play the men about her like a concert pianist at a recital. I could feel that tell-t...ale tickle in my pussy as I began to get moist while watching her tease and tantalize the men surrounding her. I could readily see that Sheila knew how to play to a male audience. As I watched her, sipping my wine slowly, I caught Sheila’s eye. Our eyes latched onto each others, neither of us blinking for an instant. Almost instantly, Sheila. My dick started filling with blood. She was wearing a skimpy cherry red bra that could barely contain her breasts. My mom noticed my boner and smiled to herself. She held her breasts through her bra and started massaging them. She then pressed one of her hands against both her breasts and used the other hand to unhook the back of her bra. She then left go and her bra fell to the floor and her gigantic breasts dropped to their natural position. "Touch them", she said. I slowly held up my hand to. ..Oh my God. neatly folded satin blouses, silk blouses, skirts, odd bits of lingerie, I just had to fondle these items, feel their lustre, their softness, this was satin heaven to me, my cock now at full mast once again as my hands slid over the fine fabric, purple, red, black, green satin, some with frilly necklines, others high neck blouses, all were so gorgeous and my mind was in a swirl of satin bliss. my cock now tearing to be free. Surely I couldn't use those blouses and lingerie again. He must get a little embarrassed sometimes because quite often his trousers are tented up. He tries to cover it up, but by that point, I've already seen it. In those instances, he will excuse himself and go to the bathroom. I know that's when he is jacking off thinking about my breasts. I know he wants to fuck me.I'm not a child anymore. I'm eighteen and it would be okay if we had sex together. I could please him in more ways than one. I really want him to touch me. I’d like to have an.