After a short but absolutely jammed drive, we arrived at Caesar’s. Once settled in the restaurant, my mother picked up her handbag to take out her i...nsulin. As she searched the contents, her face became very serious. Glancing with apparent embarrassment around the table, she spoke. ‘I can’t find my insulin. I must have left it in the carrying bag.’ Not good. I was just about to offer to run back to the hotel for it, when David beat me to it. She was mortified, and kept apologizing. He graciously. "Please... make this stop..." Jim pleaded in a soft whisper. He wasshorter now as well, although much taller than his friend, maybe around5'9 or 5'10. His baggy clothes hung from his changing body, but his blackt-shirt was becoming stretched and tight in the chest. Two soft breastsbegan to swell out, stretching the fabric as they ballooned before hiswide eyes. He grabbed at them, and felt his nipples swelling, enlargingbeneath his hands until they poked out from the fabric of his t-shirt.Larry. . . while I had been thinking about that (and was it taking me a long time to think things through?) he'd said something about my breadsticks. I hadn't really heard him, but a voice in my head was telling me that Of COURSE good girls could deep-throat a breadstick.Several times during the meal, I caught him appraising me with his eyes, caught his glance at my breasts. When I scowled, he simply said, "Your breasts deserve a man's attention, dont they?" and I suddenly realized they did. I began. I gasped, her mouth working on my cuntlips while her tongue scooped up the cum in me. I quivered. Her nose brushed my clit. Sparks burst through me.I was going to cum again.She built me towards that amazing climax as she devoured the creampie she made in me. Her tongue darted in again and again. My body trembled. I grabbed my little titties, squeezing them as every second brought me closer and closer to my orgasm.It would be intense. Amazing.An eruption of pleasure that would drown me. I.