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I guess. " I didn't know what to say. I just wanted to get this whole thing over with.Mom didn't look at me, but I could see her body stiffen at my latest betrayal of her. It was one thing when Tina and I made her do things around the house, but doing it in public felt so much worse."Well, we do have a large changing room for, uh,... handicapped customers. I guess you could all fit in there."Tina laughed out loud. " Great. When you come to think of it, it is sort of a handicap to be as weak minded as poor Li'l Debbie here. Let's go."I could tell that Becky didn't want to be with us, but she had such a pile of clothes that it would probably be against the rules for her to just let us take them all into the change room together. She waited outside the door, and passed the items in one by one.Now that Tina and I were in the change room with Mom, I was feeling really weird again. Tina ordered Mom to take off the dress, and she began to lift the tight garment over her head. This was too. She pulled off her top revealing her firm, tan-all-over breasts. Now I knew she was turned on too. Her nipples were swollen and hard. She had large, dark nipples that must have stuck out a good half inch when they were hard. I thought they were beautiful. My nipples were smaller and pinker in comparison but they were just as hard. As she took off her spandex shorts I watched, admiring the neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair. She tossed her clothes on the sofa and again turned her attention to me. She straddled my abdomen and I could feel the warm wetness of her pussy. She was sitting with her crotch against the skin between my bush and my navel. She applied the lotion and expertly began to massage my stomach and tits. My nipples got even harder, which I didn't think they could do. I was emitting little moans of pleasure and avidly watching her every move. Her hair hung down over her shoulders, framing her lovely face as she bent forward, then back, making long slow strokes from my.
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