Davies stood, his body looming over her tiny one, still holding her arms firmly, but his right hand sliding further up her skirt to skim the lace edge... of her white cotton panties. "Seems like I have to make the decision for you, Tina," he whispered hotly into her ear, his breath tickling at the wisps of hair slipping out of her ponytail. He slid a finger under the elastic leg, making her jump and her breath catch roughly. He pulled his body back, letting go of her wrists to force her face up to. Spunk matting her gaping pussy between her still splayed thighs, running from her like a stream and adding to the carnage the sheets had become."I think you may need to rescue the situation. You only have one bath. Who is the kid?" I ask.She opens one eye. "Jealous?" Of course not. Quite an impressive fuck"."I thought so. Teenagers are brilliant"."Teen... " I started, then thought better of it. "Where did you pick him up?" Mary's School" Mary's? Isn't that a bit dodgy?".She rose out of bed,. It was quite a contrast with the first one, a new house, two floors plus a developed basement which was where my room was located.My landlord was a retired businessman and he and his wife went away often, getting a neighbour lady, Mrs. Baxter, to prepare my meals and do minor housekeeping. It was a great arrangement for me.Brenda had moved and Patsy was out of circulation and fat, young Shirley, of course, lived somewhere else. Rumour had it that Patsy was pregnant and had gone to stay with. He just stared at my huge, swelling breasts. I looked down and I had two large wet spots on my shirt! That was the first time I learned just how much milk my breasts could produce. I am still amazed that I can not only feed my son, but my husband as well! Anyway, that moment when I saw my wet t-shirt, I just grinned also, as I knew that at last my fantasy would come true.I stood and walked over to Chris, slowly removing my wet shirt. My breasts were tender, and sensitive. I had bought a nursing.