The toga was nearly in her lap. As Susan studied Julie, she felt there was something different about her today. Then she realized what that difference was and she gasped. Julie was not wearing a bra. Her pink nipples showed through the nearly transparent toga. She had not noticed that her tits could be seen through the cloth before. And Tommy was looking at those sweet tits, too. His cock was- starting to swell, and as it grew, that smooth, delicious cock-head came into Susan's view. His sister's tits weren't all he could see now that Susan had done her handiwork. He could gaze right up her smooth thighs to her cunt.

Susan sat on her high stool, watching her children. It was strange, she thought, that they had not caught on to what she had done with those togas. She didn't know what she was waiting for, but the tremors of pleasant excitement rumbling through her own body told her something would happen soon. It had to happen, she told herself. Her own tits were rubber hard, and her nipples pushed at the blouse she wore. Her cunt was throbbing and twitching hotly inside her paint-smeared jeans, and she wished now that she had worn a dress instead.

Susan called a break, and left the room. She went to her bedroom, her nerves tingling hotly. She found an old housedress and, after removing her blouse and jeans, pulled it over her head. It fit loose on her body, comfortably so. She thought for a moment, then stripped her panties off.

Returning to her studio, Susan came back to her children. Tommy's hand was under his sister's, toga. Julie had scooted down on the chair, her knees spread very wide. She was panting and gasping, her ass writhing. Susan stood there, not letting them know that she was watching. Tommy had his cock in his other hand, jacking on it slowly.

"Ohhh, Tommy!" Julie gasped. "You better stop

… mother will come back and catch you!'

"You're wet, Julie," Susan heard her son say. "You're wet and hot. I'll make you come fast."