'What do you mean by assaulting me like that Wilson?' 'Sorry Miss I didn't know I'd hit your tits.' Whoops wrong thing to say I thought as soon as t...he words came out my mouth. 'So you think you can call my breasts tits do you?' 'Sorry Miss.' I stammered, 'Well what are we going to do with you Wilson? I know you have a penchant of daydreaming all day long, what do you daydream about?' In for a penny I thought, 'You Miss.' 'Me Wilson, any particular part of me?' 'Your tits Miss.' 'Oh I see. Make me cum again!” Her hands were massaging her breasts again and the milk was still spraying, though less enthusiastically. I pushed my cock head against Starla’s ass and I heard a grunt and as I pushed forward I could see her reach under the counter to start playing with her parts. Then I was in. She was much more used to this than Bella, because in almost no time at all I was balls deep and slamming in and out hard. Bella was laughing and frigging her pussy as I slapped Starla’s ass and. She took my hand and lead me through my campaign headquarters. A strange, motherly affection, an emotion I had never experienced, swelled through me. This was my daughter, and I had missed most of her life. But I just had so many of them. No mother could love all the daughters I had.“What makes it special?” I asked Leah, giving her hand a squeeze.She looked back at me and gave me an impish look followed by a wink. It was an expression her mother, Professor Rider, never would have made. But the. A message popped up on the screen. “You look good in lingerie.” It was from a 66 year old guy called Jack. He had short grey hair, bald on top and a large paunch. The other picture showed his short fat cock sticking out between his flies. It was uncut.“I can come and visit if you like…” I messaged back. Five minutes later I was in a cab being driven the short distance to his house. It was in a quiet estate near the edge of town. The cab driver seemed a little confused when I didn’t know which.