" We're just playing around, Mister Georg," Key said."As we did in my youth, Miss Key," He said. "Betta and her friends would sit and listen and laugh... as my friends and I loved and lived and laughed with our music. To be free, to have the power to make music, it was good." His old eyes slipped far away, then returned. "Very good. And I am able to see it again in you."Key's face was soft, understanding. She's not a dummy in the first place, and not insensitive, in the second. She realized what. She made my cock so hard that it hurt. The way she was sucking my cock felt so good, that I was about to come. I told her to stop or I would come, but she just started to suck it harder. A few minutes later I came like I had never come before. I filled her mouth with cum and kept on coming. She tried to swallow every drop, but it was just to much for her. She got most of it in her mouth, but she almost chocked, so the rest ended up on her face. She wiped it off with her hands and licked her. Kavita: Yes. Anything.Shahid: I don't mean to be rude but are you still breast feeding? I was sure I felt breastmilk on my fingersI was so embarrassed. My face was blushing red.Kavita: I am not breast feeding but you are right it was breastmilk. I am so embarrassed. I usually pump them but when I am turned on I just produce more. I try to protect them with padding but it was not enough. I am sorry if it grossed you out. How did you even know it was breastmilk?Shahid: I licked it off my fingers.. "Betty looked around and with a big grin said, "I don't know if I can handle this, but I am will to try." Senor, I have a personal question to ask, if I may" OK?" You do have an older brother named, Bill?" Yes, why?" I was wondering how he is, I went to school with him in Miami at Edison. I was in his Latin class. The last I heard about him was he moved up to central Florida someplace in his senior year." He is fine, he lives in Illinois now. I thought you accent was not what I expected, but it.