" Hi," I blinked at him, but he didn't look very sorry and I suddenly remembered my dream, so I looked down quickly."I just..." Dan cleared his throat..., " ... I was passing by. Gonna sit over there, you know." Yeah," I lifted my eyes and I couldn't help but smile, it was so obvious he wanted to sit down with me, but he'd promised to behave."Yeah," he nodded. "Hey! How come you didn't tell me we were gonna have two dates?" Dan asked in a teasing voice. "That wasn't very nice." Two dates?" I. He might as well shoot his load of cum in the bathroom and not inside Clarra. I acted as if I was sleeping when Clarra came to check on me. I could sense she had gone to the bathroom.I suddenly realized that I was dripping wet in my panty. All the time I was watching them, I was feeling what Clarra would have felt. I touched my panty and it was like soaking wet. I woke up, cleaned myself and went to Clarra. She was in a trance.It was like she was fighting in her head whether to tell me or not.. My hands still being tied behind me I could do nothing to stop the pain. Just then they released my hands and I pulled my weight from my chest, only to be pushed back down onto them. I noticed each time I any pressure was added to my tits they leaked, giving me some relief. Even though it caused me much pain, I was still a little happy. I didn’t dare call out.“Are you having any milking problems?” the sexy man asked me. “yes sir, I haven’t been milked in so long! They hurt!” “that’s not what I. Arlen Johnson was a man sixty-six years old, widowed and both son’s graduated from college and living in New York City. ‘You hear from Gary or Leon?’ Tillie asked. These were Arlen Johnson’s sons and even though he always said he had received letters from them in truth if it were not that he called them he would have known nothing of their lives. ‘Yup, just heard from them and they’re doing good,’ he lied. ‘That’s really nice,’ Tillie replied. Tillie knew his sons never called however she never.