I couldn’t tell where we were going. I didn’t care. I just needed everything that Lucy had to give. I didn’t know how long we walked for, either.... I felt like I could stay like this for...for a while.Lucy rested me onto a soft blanket, switching to her other udder as she did so. Milk came out of her tit even faster now, and I didn’t have to suck as hard to get what I needed. She held me in her arms so tightly, smothering me, warming me, calming me. I could still feel that warm breeze, tickling. I sit on the coffee table directly in front of you and spread my legs wide so that you can see my pussy. I slowly move my hands down over my breast squeezing as I go, rolling my nipples between my figures until they are standing at attention. Then I slowly continue moving my hands down my sides to my thighs and on to my pussy. I move the fingers of my left hand so that they hold my pussy lips open giving you a clear view of my clit and pussy. Then I use my fingers to slowly caress my clit. "All right," she said. "To change the subject, did you decide which restaurant you want to fund?" Neither," I said. "Jim Burke is an experienced restaurateur, but his business plan doesn't name a capable chef. Harold Gaunt is a superlative chef, but I don't believe he can run the business end of a restaurant. If Burke and Gaunt were partners, I'd fund their restaurant in a heartbeat."Sable smiled. "That's a good idea, Clint. I think I'll sit the two of them down in the same room and see what. She's standing on your doorstep with her wise smile and- "want to come inside?" You ask as you realise that the moment is coming dangerously close to becoming an awkward silence."That would be great." She laughs. You step back and give her space in the hallway to take off her coat and shoes. As per typical her cap stays on, but you like it that way, she wouldn't be the Anne of your crush if she'd take it off."So..." she starts off, taking a moment to look for the right words. "I had weekend.