It was sweet but very thin and I knew there wouldn’t be much. Nevertheless, this was something she was giving me, as she knew I thought breast milk ...is very erotic. It looks like sperm, that’s why. We slid onto the bearskin rug. Even though it had been dead for over fifty years, the rug was primitive and quite vital. This had been a powerful a****l and I let some of that power into me. I began to feel very strong. She kissed my shaft and exclaimed, “Wow! You’re so hard tonight. I must be making. I, along with some men from the group, entered in a room to get changed. Sonal took another room with the ladies. While changing, I was expecting some naughty conversation from men, which didn’t seem to happen till the time most of us finished changing our clothes. I chose to break the ice. I said “so? Anyone expecting to get lucky today?” In a mischievous tone. All of us had a hearty laugh and walked out of the room with towels wrapped around our waists. I saw a staff person walking by and. Zos body was rigid her eyes out on storks. Her neck muscled looked like they would rip as she strained teeth gnashing her finger nails biting into the rope and palms. She caught the eye of her husband looking at his wife legs spread wide groining bucking and as their eyes met she came in a horrid, fantastic, screaming climax. Aaaaaaaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh, ukkkkkkkk oh, oh, ohhhh, OOOOOOOOOOO!!! The table rattled as her legs tried to kick free her back arching, hard nipple tits thrusting. Mrs. Foster noticed the manpaying a little too much attention to Dale's smooth shaven and nylonhosed legs as he buckled the shoes around his ankles. She watched how itseemed innocent enough but noticed how he would hold Dale's leg a bit toolong, how his fingers would feel the sheer nylon hose and although hewould run his hand fleetingly over Dale's calf as he fitted him for hisshoes she could tell he was fondling Dale's legs! Even though thesalesman appeared professional Mrs. Foster could.