It wasperhaps now the time to summon Dutch courage, and Martin felt for thesmall bottle that held an illicitly saved part of his rum ration -'sippers'... from his 'tot'. After that, he walked to the end of theGeorgian terrace looking for a door that was ajar, so he didn't have toknock, then back again, and again. As he passed No 21, the door openedand Martin was grabbed and pulled inside. Well, that decided which onehe'd enter: now what was he going to do next?He stood, behind the blackout curtain. I gulped, nodded and moved closer. "Just be gentle, don't squeeze them, sometimes they are really tender because they have been growing a lot."That first touch would make me a boob man for the rest of my life. Nothing else could compare, I fondled her breasts with a light touch and she gave me the sigh that let me know I was doing something right. When I rubbed her nipples for the first time, she gasped. I stopped and asked her, "Did I do something wrong, did I hurt you?"She purred, "No it just. He mouthfucked me and I gulped down every inch of his cum.“Its very precious. Better not to waste any.” I winked at him.“You have a grown a lot slutty from the last time, my bitch.”“Thank you, Your grace.” I giggled.He lied down beside me and looked satisfied. After all, he had just fucked Malvika. How can he not look satisfied? He kissed me again and we talked about his trip and stuffs.“You met Riya?” I asked.“No. Not yet. It will be a surprise for her.”“Ok. I have to make breakfast. Let me. Shit! She said. The k**s are in Pennsylvania with my husband and I have some free time. I even brought beer! Betty was on the heavy side but her outfit created a rise in my crotch. She had on a yellow halter which hardly hid her gigantic tits. She also had on short shorts which ran up to her thighs. My dick started to get hard. I'm out of cigarettes she said. I opened my pack and told her not to tell anyone that I smoked. She promised and then I gave her a light. Well, you and I can.