Tracy didn’t mind at all that she hadn’t cum, of course – she was just happy to have taken care of Tyler’s needs, and she knew that the brevity of this little session would give her masturbation material for weeks to come. Even so, she briefly glanced around nonetheless, glad that though they were in the middle of the backyard, none of the neighbors could see in. If Tracy had known, she never would have drunk that stupid Perfect Girlfriend Juice in the first place! Immediately she began to feel a bit strange as a new, unexpectedly powerful yearning began to grow within her. It had been much more than just nice for Tracy as well, but she was a proper milf now, and had to play the part of the experienced older cougar no matter how delirious with pleasure she was at having successfully fucked the object of her sexual fixation. “Say, Tyler,” she continued, seizing the moment offered by his roaming eyes and pumping hormones to risk being a bit more direct. Tracy felt that it was time to make that metaphor reality, so she reached underneath herself and pulled his swim trunks down, taking the opportunity to pull her thong aside to give him access as she did so, and was rewarded with the silky softness of her fat,
