She clasped her lips in a tight elastic-like ring around his wildly lurching member, swirling her tongue faster and faster around his exploding young ...cock-head. In her masochistic delight she hastened the finger-fucking rhythm up between her own exposed and scissoring thighs, ramming her plundering digit deeper and deeper up her skirt into the burning opening of her cunt. And as she threw herself wholeheartedly into the task of sucking the youngster dry, the fluttering in her own loins suddenly. “Thank you girls, I needed that, I was getting quite full. Jane usually milks me twice a day, but I will be late getting home tonight. Sometimes I have to suck my own nipples when I am on my rounds. I nearly got caught once when I stopped in a layby.” “You can always come here Ruth, if you want somewhere private.” said Mary. “I could see that jealous look in your eye, Mary; I will have to take you up on your offer. Not too often mind, Jane does like her ration of breastmilk.” “How do you have. "So, are you?" He taunted. I growled in return, my face still red with embarrassment, he knew he only had to ask and it would drive me wild with lust and desire, a****listic with intent. "Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me princess!" He ordered, excitement and lust filling his voice and eyes. I was hesitant, I hated crawling, I always felt super awkward. But I knew he loved it, he always found it so sexy. My mind struggling again with my need to please and how uncomfortable I was in. There were so many emotions rushing though her at a hundred miles per hour. Her emotions were thundering down the steepest hill in her heart and threatened to bust through her carefully guarded floodgate. She was enraged that he had left her so suddenly, relived that he was alive and safe, she was hurt that he never contacted her and she was broken hearted. She didn’t know which thought to grab onto. For so long she had built herself up to adjust to the pain, and now… Without warning, a second.