Audrey obviously noticed and glanced at me and smiled. Without asking, Audrey poured more sun block in her hand and started on my legs. She managed to...cover my legs quickly enough, but returned to my upper thighs, and worked her way up to the legs of my shorts. Audrey poured more sun block in her hand, and after glancing back at Judith, who was still not paying attention to us, Audrey slid her hand right up the leg of my shorts and wrapped her fingers around my semi-aroused prick. She gave it a. You asked me not to wear a bra at home, because you loved to see the wet patches my milk left on my shirts. My unfettered tits jiggled obscenely behind the darker, wet spots. You wanted to take pictures of my milk-laden tits, and asked me to pose on all fours, using a goat milker you'd bought. The humiliation I felt at being milked like an animal made my pussy clench with desire. I wanted to explore this further.Seeing my response to being milked, you laid down some new rules. The first was. "I need you so much Molly." He said again, brushing his face lightly against my breasts now."Dad," I said as he pinched one of my nipples with his lips through my tee shirt. "Dad, don't do that." He pushed up my tee shirt and latched onto my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.I tried pushing away from him, it only bent me backwards. He had a good grip around my waist. Maybe this was all he wanted, I thought desperately. It felt so good! I could let him do. It wouldn't be right." "They should know they can get treats at th' overseeuh's cottagetonight," Roberta said. "And ouah carriage will be heah any second." "Ah just can't send her away hungry," Deana said, straightening upand pulling off one of her long, snowy gloves. "Wait right heah," she ordered the small colored girl. Deana madeher way into the kitchen, returning in a moment with a loaf of hot bread,fresh from the oven. She held it carefully away from her so that no.