At many times she use to lactate her milk in bathroom because of heavy weight in her breast At that time I slowly asked her whether can I have some mi...lk to drink only for taste which was going waste. She suddenly becomes happy and said are you interested in drinking my milk then why are you wasting time come and suck my milk tank. She kept her child away from us and ask me to lay down in her lap and she asked me suck her right breast to drink milk and I slowly started pressing her right breast. I found it... cute in a sense. I walked out of the kitchen, not saying a word to her. I sat down in the living room watching T.V. I was surprisingly caught up in an episode of Law & Order. I heard her climb the stairs a couple minutes later and then the shower running. I thought about her beautiful naked body beneath a stream of hot water and felt my cock growing hard. I tried to concentrate on the show but it was so damn hard. I frowned deeply and looked back toward the stairs. The water. Kayla was sweaty after having ran twenty minutes from her house on the other side of the bay. She wore a tight pair of grey leggings which perfectly complimented her slim physique. In hindsight, Kayla regretted not wearing her usual pink sports-bra for running (she had noticed a considerable amount of boob "bouncing" as she ran), on this ocassion she had adopted a black lace bra (which she had deemed to be more appropriate for the sleepover) and a loosely fitting crop top to cover. She had long. Carol was (and is) a good looking woman, 41 at the time of our affair, a tall redhead with a classic hourglass figure, lovely firm breasts (36B to C), long legs, and lovely smooth skin. Our affair had lasted for two years, with sexy sessions at the end of the day in the office (I was lucky to have an office at the end of a corridor, and completely private, although we did take the precaution of locking the door before engaging in some gorgeous fucking). She used to phone her husband to say.