Her blouse was wet with the milk she just fed her baby. I made her lie on bed and kissed her breasts and started sucking her breasts. Her breast was f...ull of milk and soon I had her milk in my mouth. I was drinking her milk like a baby. I loved it. Anita could not control her laughter.I lifted the hem of her petticoat upward and uncovered her panty. I massaged her vagina mound over her panty and felt that her panty became wet. She held my hand, which was inserted into her panty and was pampering. The blonde circled her arms around his neck as he crushed her cotton covered boobs to his chest. She caught his lips with hers and probed her tongue deep into his mouth, exploring its depth and sides, brushing his gums and teeth. Fallston popped his hips, burying the shaft as far as possible, stopped by his pubic bone banging into hers. He banged that bone again and again, getting an ‘oh..oh..oh..’ from the blonde each time he mashed it. He released her tongue and bit her earlobe, smelling the. I couldn't help but touch my pussy for a second before I caught myself. After a few more pictures the photographer announced he was finished and I grabbed my things and rushed to the dressing room wondering what I would have done had he wanted more. As I sat in the dressing room trying to compose myself, the photographer said the male model had arrived and as soon as I was ready we could get started. When I walked out in my red teddy and g-string and saw the male model, I though omg! What a. For whatever reason, if there was a stable of race horses around, I'd get run over by a plow horse. The big girls came to me quicker than a squirrel can climb an oak tree after acorns. I chose to take that as a compliment. I figured they thought I looked like a man who can handle the job. Truth be told, I ain't afraid of a big girl.So, there we are, hanging out in the dark shooting the breeze, not much forward progress being made. There was a motel next door to the truck stop, and it had a.