She was making no effort to push me off her breast. I open my mouth. Kaycee grab the right. You have to get a taste. You tell me who bigger. I said. I... then went back to sucking her left breast. No! Kaycee! Stop! What are you doing? My legs are feeling weak. Help…..Im being milked. Help! me! Dear God…yelled Tiffany. I looked over at Kaycee. She had Tiffany huge right nipple in her mouth. She had both her small hands under Tiffany breast. She was sucking harder than me on her bosss huge breast. I. "Only whether she sleeps at your house or ours," Saul grinned."So far, I like being a commuter, like Mary and Ken." Actually, Tom." Heather said, "we just get along so well, her ideas are so much like mine, I got down on my knees and begged her to stay and start work immediately." I've seen you on your knees in front of a woman, Heather. That's not begging." Whatever. It worked, didn't it?... There's another thing, it's given me a little spare time. Will, take a look at these," Heather handed. But it wasn't until I was a bit older that I feel I really hit my stride. But the really different thing about me was, I never felt any guilt nor did I ever feel that sex or sexual play was that big of a deal. To me it has always just been something that felt really good and was a hellava lot of fun. I guess I was either blessed or cursed (depending on your view) with a highly active libido. A couple of months ago I was laying in bed with one of my lovers after we had finished a rather intense. She did that when she had me. She knew she could do the same to him one more time. She knew Dad would accept her.“Just promise me you won’t force him to be on the bed with you!” I almost demanded, pointing my finger on my mom’s stomach, in a tone that had shock and shame mixed.I knew I was stretching too far. I did not even know if it was a boy. I was just too stressed and broken.But, slowly, I realized I was also very amused at the developments. This was so damn twisted, it actually had.