Good boy she said when she had finished. As a reward you can suck aunties tits. She lifted her dress up and eased each of her tits out of their restra...ints. I noticed she already had small square of tissue over each nipple. She certainly was leaky I thought. She offered a large round nipple to my mouth and she squeezed. A hot spurt of milk hit my open mouth. I could stand it no longer I unzipped myself and took my cock in my hands and started to wank myself. The milk increased in flow and she. In fact they were poking right now. "You know, you and I never really got into the swing of things." She arched her eyebrows and her eyes, brown shifting towards green, flashed. She was standing close to me. "No, you seemed pretty resistant to those things." I said. "I was." She laughed. "You might find me more amenable now." Wink. This was the girl who would get me all hot and bothered with her outfits, her dancer's body and her runway model swagger and haughtiness and then when we were. I'm always a slut for the taste of pussy.She'd moan, probably louder than she'd expected herself to, and I'd keep going. I know she loves a build up, wanting to be taken to a higher state of pleasure. My tongue would soak her panties even more than before, spit and pussy juice saturating the fabric. I wouldn't stop until she'd ask for more – "Please, Lamya, eat my tight pussy." How could I say no?I'd take her panties off, taking my time as I moved them down her juicy thighs. I won't lie, I'd. Without hesitation you move off my chest and unfasten my legs. Like a rubber band pulled tight and then release I turn onto my side and coil up pulling the quilt and sheets up in front my breasts. Lying down in front of me you slide up tight and put your arm under my head and over my side. Pressing my head against your chest and feeling the tenderness of your hand on my back. “Are you okay, did I hurt you, I’m so sorry.” The thoughts in my head are completely irrational. I know they are..