"Ah, you're so hard!" Bella suddenly exclaimed as she hugged onto my arm, but because her mother had already said the same thing before, I didn't misunderstand what she said and knew that she was just surprised at how rigid my arm was and nothing suspicious.
"I didn't realise at first, but now that we're so close, it's so obvious that you're quite well built..." Bella said in wonder as she squeezed my arm and was surprised that it didn't sink in like her arms did.
"I know, right! Doesn't he feel so sturdy as if you can't move him even if a bulldozer were to push him!" Camila said with an enthusiastic look in her eyes, seeing that her daughter appreciated a good body just like she did and finding out they had shared interests, while feeling up my arm just like her daughter was doing to my dismay.
She then looked at me with a wily smile and continued saying, "And when I asked him earlier about it, he said he only does some exercise at night, to my shock...Just imagine how built he would be if he actually took it seriously, when all he's done now is do a little late-night stretching with his mom."
Bella looked at me like she was wondering what training I was doing at night with my mother which made me cough, unable to tell her anything no matter how much she showed her puppy dog eyes since it involved some secrets with my mother.
"And not only does he have strong arms, he has amazing abs as well, that feel like your touching stone, which you have to check out as well, Bella..." Camila said as she slowly slid her hand into my shirt and used this as an excuse to feel me up again, while Bella didn't seem to understand how her mother knew such things about my body that she would only know if she'd already seen it before.
But since she was more interested in knowing if what Camila said was true and if I was really as ripped as she said, she ignored that suspicious point for the moment and boldy followed what her mother did and sneakily slid her hand into my clothes as well to satisfy her curiosity about a man's body, which she had never touched before.
"See Bella~...Can't you feel how well-built Kafka is?~" Camila said as she rubbed her hands along my abdomen, while Bella did the same in a hesitant manner as her fingers barely grazed my skin, and she looked at me in shock when she felt my tummy as if she just found out that human bodies can be so hard.
"...But for now, I need one of you to get on my lap while facing me, so that I can slurp the venom of your breasts."
I patted my lap to ask who was going to sit on top of me first so that I could do my job.
"Well, as much as I want to go first and see how the tongue of a young boy feels like on my skin, I think I should let my daughter go first since her safety is the most important..." Bella looked like she wanted to cover her mother's mouth so that Camila would stop saying such vulgar words that she simply couldn't comprehend were coming out of her mother's mouth.
But before she could, Camila moved back and patted my lap like she was asking Bella to sit there and said, "And, since your mother is giving up such an opportunity, Bella, you better get on his lap quickly, or else I'll get on myself and have you watch Kafka 'cure' me while the venom roams free around your body."
As much as she was embarrassed to mount a man that she had just met today, Bella also didn't want to see her mother's breasts get sucked on or wait until the venom took over her body, so she decided to do what her mother said and get on top of me.
She held me by the shoulders so that she could use me as support, then lifted one leg over me and placed them over my lap, and then nudged herself until her butt was firmly planted on my lap.
And even though she didn't have a ass as fat as her mother did, it still felt amazing to have her bubbly butt placed over my legs, and it almost even felt like her bum was elastic enough to start bouncing up and down if I started shaking my legs.
Her chest was also fully exposed to me, revealing her pink buds that were barely grazing my chest with how firm and upright her breasts were, unlike Camila's jugs, which were too heavy to stand up straight and always dropped downward, making her carry along such a huge weight wherever she went...