At the same time, it finally clicked in my mind; Tim MUST be wanting to mess around again. I instantly started to grow a bit in my pants, but had to f...ight that back immediately, given I had 3 other friends around who had no clue about any of this.Not long after, we had arrived back at my house and walked in. While I assumed, and hoped, that Tim was interested in playing around some, I didn't want to be forward in case I was misreading this. So, I offered if he wanted some extra blankets than. It felt awkward to be in essentially her bedroom, “I’m Larry,” I said extending my hand. She accepted it with a handshake that was firm and every bit what I would expect from a woman that had been in the military, “I’m Deb.”She grabbed a couple beers from the refrigerator and suggested we set at the table. She sat just a couple feet away from me and her shirt clung to her tits, the perfect little cone shaped breasts that had attracted me before were not clearly defined in the fabric that would. ’ ‘Because as you so rightly said earlier, Miss Hoffman is an institution. Mr Peach wants a mini school reunion to see her off. I have the list of all students she taught but a great number are without current addresses. We have decided to send out 1200 invitations and that could result in perhaps 400 people registering the attend the farewell dinner-dance-presentation.’ ‘So we plan for an attendance of 430?’ ‘No 400.’ ‘Statistically we should calculate with a plus/minus but traditionally. With expert, precise motions, he undid the top apron straps, letting them fall to the tabletop, opened the front of her nightie, and pulled her long,fat,pendulous breasts out, all while grinding his dick deeper into her ass.I was almost pissed when she hung her head down, because her hair hid what he did next, but I got a pretty good idea. He was milking her! I couldn't believe it! That old broad was actually squirting milk out of her tits all over the place! Then, much to my delight, Dad used.