Jack had ordered a bottle of Louis Roederer Champagne. He sat alone reflecting on his time in Jersey. Jack had received only three birthday cards. One...from his family, one from Aunt Mary and one from his Aunt May, which had a hundred pound note inside the card. Aunt May was not really his aunt but one of his real mother’s friends.When Jack was younger he spent a lot of time with his Aunt May. He would stay in her house when his parents were on holiday. Jack was really pleased with the hundred. So he did. I squeezed and squeezed, milking every last drop into my hungry depths, as I trembled through two more orgasms. I couldn’t get enough of him! But that was becoming usual for me, and I loved feeling I wanted him and needed him. I loved knowing he would always give me everything I wanted, whenever I wanted, every time. “We’re going to be late for work,” he reminded me. I think I said something like “Oh, poo!” Anyway, I felt all pouty inside, maybe even a little bit bitchy at the. Slowly, I pushed deeper, exerting more pressure until she could no longer hold her balance; her arm went forward to keep her from falling on her face. "Tsk, tsk." I pulled my fingers out and gestured for her to stand. I checked my fingers closely, but they were spotless. "We really need to practice; you didn't properly relax, and your balance needs work. Now open up." She desultorily cleaned my fingers. "Good." I handed her the tube of lubricant. "Get yourself nice and. When she graduated from college Claire was a perfect 34-C, but after the birth of her daughters, her boobs had grown to a very heavy 34-D. Although they sagged a little, she still filled out a bra like a centerfold, and when he did show some interest, Frank liked to tell her that no Playboy bunny could hold a candle to her! As she entered the mall she thought of the last time he had sucked her tits, and her nipples got getting hard just thinking about it inducing her to look down at her chest.