“Nope, as long as you don’t serve us beetroot” Denise replied. Rosalyn added: “Same for me.” “Alright then. Meet up at my place at seven..., ok?” Both of my new neighbors seemed looking forward to our first real meeting. It was already 4 p.m. and I had to get the dinner from the groceries store. I had after all these years of solitude become a quite good chef. By the time Karen was alive I didn’t bother about any meal at all because she had always done everything in the kitchen. After she had. I loved the way my breasts looked, full with long, dark nipples. I wondered how big you would want them to grow, how much milk you would demand of me. You asked me not to wear a bra at home, because you loved to see the wet patches my milk left on my shirts. My unfettered tits jiggled obscenely behind the darker, wet spots. You wanted to take pictures of my milk-laden tits, and asked me to pose on all fours, using a goat milker you'd bought. The humiliation I felt at being milked like an animal. The young pair showered and dressed. On their way out, many of the late staying patrons smiled and applauded their exceptional performance. Dave noted quite a few couples were still dancing the new "Tribal" dance he had introduced. The scene was sexually intoxicating, and Dave felt his tender penis throb at the lewd actions of the dancers. Vicky caught his hand and led him from theblasting, music filled night-club.On the way back to Vicky's, the pretty blond snuggled close under Dave's strong. ‘It is. Its georgous.’ I stepped out of the tub and over to the dress. ‘Who does this belong to?’ I ran my hand down the fabric. I was soft as cashmere. ‘I need to thank her for letting me borrow her dress.’ Tilda smiled. ‘It is your dress, Lady Rose.’ I turned and gave her a raised eye brow. ‘Tabby made it last night. She has a talent for being able to look a woman and know her size. She saw you last night during the sup and made it special for you.’ Tilda moved to touch the dress. ‘Is it not.