“Yes, make me love this nice rack you got going on here Callie. I'll squeeze them all night if I have to my dear,” John said. “But don't squeeze... the milk out, that's for our baby,” I replied. Then we both laughed a little and I noticed that the door was open just a tiny bit. Probably an inch at the most. Jeanette was looking through the door. I don't think she noticed I saw her looking, but I looked away to make sure she didn't notice that I noticed her. Why would she be spying on us? I had no. “You just need a minute or two and then a bit of stimulation will get you firing on all cylinders again.” She lent across me, her tiny sweat slicked breasts rubbing across my chest hair and picked a ciggie out of the packet there, lit it and handed it to me. I took a few drags and reclined further with a satisfied smirk on my face. My cock was still thick but lay flaccid and slippery across my thigh, warm fluid seeping out a little on to my skin. I knew from experience that a brief hiatus would. Her nylon feet were now out of her shoes and crossed under the bottom of her chair. "Look at me! Look at me!" she said. "You only smell them right? Right?" I started to get teary eyed. "Tell me!" she said. "I, I, I lick them too!" Oh my God! Ohhh my. What is going on here? Are you OK?" she asked. "Yes Mom, I'm sorry," I cried out. She asked if I could explain why the ones that were in the hamper were damp and sticky. I lost it and started crying. I told her that I had used them to ejaculate. I was on my tiptoes to kiss him, and as the kiss broke, my nipples were rising. Time was stopped, even as the clock ticked, and my phone then chirped, reminding me what time it was.“Lover, we had better stop, or everyone is going to see us.” I murmured.“Yeah. I know...” Reluctantly, Ron let me go, and I smiled to him. “But would that be so bad?” he asked.The question threw me for as loop. It was the first time he came anywhere near admitting any feelings for me. I had to think about it in the.