Her ass used to juggle left and right as she used to walk.U just could not resist her.She used to wear these salwar suits which used to reveal her cle...avage.I used to ignore it as my friend deepam also used to study with me.If he would see me staring at his mothers boobs then that would create problems between us.I valued my friendship with him..But whenever I used to go back home I used to masturbate twice or thrice fantasizing about her fucking her in all different positions. I never expected. As I immerse myself in a sea ofbreast milk, I couldn't see anything but a sea of white spreading outinto the horizon..."Haa, still this much leftover today as well...? I'm way toooverproductive."I was still eating stew many days since then. Because I made so much inmy stockpot, no matter how much I try and eat, I'm hardly out of stew.It would be a waste to throw away ingredients, so I eat while mumbling.The taste is very good. Despite the slapdash way I made it. Is that allthanks to my milk?. "JOHN!" she screamed.He let go of her hair with one hand and slapped her across the face with the back of his other hand. "Shut the fuck up you little whore!"Pat sat sobbing, holding her cheek as she looked up at him with disgust. He grabbed her arm pulling her coat off and dragging her to a chair and throwing her in it. He proceeded to strip her, cutting her little black strappy dress off with a knife and tying her arms behind her back with rope. He tied her legs to the chair, leaving her. He admitted to himself the colonel was correct, both were dull men, with imaginations extending no further than the ends of their pricks. The woman in uniform frowned as the majors nodded in tacit agreement. She leaned forward in her chair and appropriated the lighter on Himmler’s desk. After getting her cigarette going she blew a plume of smoke at him and sneered, ‘Those who were uninterested in scandals in the Reich a few minutes ago have made an abrupt about face.’ Koch reiterated, ‘But.