Needless to say, when I saw her for the first time in around 7 years, my jaw dropped. She wasnt an overly skinny girl, but very fit. She had a modest ...reast size (a large B cup or a small C, Id say), and an ass to kill for. She walked outside with her boyfriend in a skintight black tank and a short jean skirt. Her hair was a little past shoulder length and had blonde highlights. She had a round face, and a beauty mark right above her lip on the right, same as you find on old time supermodels.. I wish I had taken just a moment during one of these times to look up the leg of her shorts, to try to see if her panties were as soaked with her secretions as my underwear always was with mine. We’ve never talked about it, and you’d think that we would have, considering the story I am about to tell you, but it’s never come up. Perhaps I’ll ask her some time, and get back to you with what she tells me about if she knew what was going on, and whether or not there was heat building in her as I. Now there was a MILF if ever there was one. “Vicky…your mum is here” mum called from the foot of the stairs. “Coming Mrs. Gorman…I am just going to say bye to Ross”. Vicky and Cathy entered my room and approached me. “Tell him…tell him what I told you to say…slut” “Thanks Ross… can I… can I come and be your sex slave again?” I smiled and reached out and took a hold of her right breast and squeezed it… she looked shocked and stepped away from me… not because of what I did… but where I did it… in. My tits were growing fuller. They were expanding as he nursed. It was a subtle change, but I could just see their enhanced growth. They were round and full, heavy. I could feel the shifting in my posture as I adjusted myself to the increased weight of my mammaries.“I’m growing big udders,” I groaned in delight. “I am becoming a human dairy cow!”“Go Abigail!” cheered Courtney. “You’re so lucky. I wish I had big, lactating titties.”“She’s got some lush tatas,” another guy groaned. “Damn, Anthony,.