Your tits don't move. I watch as you slowly slide the straps off your arms and peel your bra away from your body. God I love your tits. I think you've... had them done, cuz they don't move that much. They're still high and round and proud and yes, perky with your nipples hard and red. I love this bit, when you massage them, fondling your own tits. Does your bra pinch that much, because I don't see any redness. Or do you do it because it feels so good? It must feel good because you close your eyes. He could now see most of her right breast and as Laura got slightly more animated in her frustration to solve the problem he watched as her little pebble-hard nipple was exposed to his view.The moment seemed to be frozen in time. He heard a quiet moan and realised it had come from him. Laura looked towards him so see what was wrong and he hurriedly glanced away from her chest and looked once more at the computer. His cock was rock hard in his pants and uncomfortably constricted in its current. All the shame and guilt of being gang ****d disappeared from her mind as began to rock with the motion of Ajay's barrage of thrusts. She felt a flood break rose somewhere deep inside her and a wave of heat washed over her body, she was going to come and send out all the signals to them that she was actually enjoying what was happening.She made one desperate attempt to stop herself but it was too powerful by then. Wave after wave of tremors coursed through her as she released her load of come. "Arm in arm, we walked back towards home. Mom was right. About life. It does have a way of surprising you in ways you least expect.As we were both about to find out.*The weekend faded away into a jizz spurting memory as the working and College week began with us settling into a set routine as our adventures to extract my spunk continued.That routine was as follows: Wake up earlier so that Mom can sort me out before breakfast. Next session was straight after Mom came home from work and I'm back.