”Yeah,” I gasped, “wow, that should do it!” While I was recovering from the Scotch, Kate was looking over the materials I had placed on the co...ffee table. “Does it really taste that bad?” she asked, as she examined the Tupperware bowl. “I…I don’t know.” I said. It had never occurred to me to taste my own breast milk. “You haven’t tried it?” Kate asked, raising an eyebrow. “If I were pregnant I would so totally try it!” she said with a grin. I covered my mouth with my hand in mock surprise and. " What are you going to do?" "Hush now. You will find out soon enough," you reply.I feel you move back between my legs, and move up close. You readjusts me until my legs are draped over your thighs, and lay your cock in the crevice of my ass. You reach forward and around grabbing hold of my stiff nipples, giving them hard pinches and pulls, making my juices run.As you are tugging on my nipples, you start thrusting your cock between my ass checks. Soon I have no choice but to respond to the pain. I walked into the kitchen, brushing past the ringleader, Kevin, looking up at him in the eyes, and went through drawers until I found them. When I went back past him, again our eyes met, and it was all I could do not to touch him. It was like my body was calling for him. I passed him without breaking with his eyes, and once in the living room, I tossed the cards on the coffee table. Without anything further, he grabbed them without looking at me and started counting them. There seemed to be. So sexy and so well-fitting, they enhanced my Mother's womanly shape, her lovely bottom, her front mound. Fabulous. She took off her heels and rolled off the stockings, now she was just in the panties and I remained on my back, looking up at her as she showed them off to me, turning this way and that, bending and opening her legs. Then once again she lowered herself onto my face and I got the full benefit of her new purchase. She was wetter now, the gusset really damp and aromatic. I put my.