”Monica smiled, rising up to kiss his cheek. “Thank you.”***“Who’s this? Who are you?” the annoying photograph asked Monica and Dean on ...the Malibu beach location.“Oh, this is Dean, he’s my – ” Monica said.“Hey, no! No! Those go there!” the photographer interrupted Monica, shouting orders to a staff member.Monica shrugged, shooting her son a smile. “Just hang out here, behind the cameras. Thanks again for coming with me.”“Yeah, it’s nice here,” Dean said, looking around at the beach, the. This guy was tall, about 6'4" and really hung, his cock was about as thick as a can of soda and a solid 8 inches long. I gave him my hotel address, then went to the lobby to wait for him. I was wearing grey shorts that hid nothing, accenting my plump ready ass, I wanted him to know what he was getting into. He arrived after about 20 minutes, we shook hands and went upstairs. He commented on how hot my ass looked in the elevator, edging closer, he gave it a solid grab sending tingles up my. This time she couldn't stop herself. "UUUNNNNHHHH, UUUUUNNNHHHHH, UUUUNNNNNHHH, OH, MY GODDD!!!!" She barely had time to regain control of her body, AND her wits, and it struck, again. She screamed, releasing the hold on the sheets, and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him tighter to her. He had sneaked past the "guardians", and had taken her clitoris hostage. His lips held it, making it helpless, while his tongue stroked and gave it the beating of its life. Her head went to a near. Then she took out the breast forms and sprayed them. “I really think you’re going to like these,” she said. After a few minutes, she placed the breast forms on my chest and adjusted them. I pulled the bra on from behind me and hooked it in the front. “Why don’t they make all bras hook in the front?” I questioned, “It seems a lot easier.” “I don’t know,” Sis replied. “They’re probably designed by men.” I pulled the body shirt over my head, then reached down and snapped it. Sis handed me a pair.