She laughed and pulled my head into her chest.“No, KISS them!”I kissed them wetly this time. Remembering the licking and such, I then suckled one ...f the nipples. It was almost like a long-past memory being revived. I heard a “tickles!” and then she moved my head to the other breast. I repeated there. They had a taste I couldn’t place. But I was sucking a girl’s titties!She pulled my head away, smiling at me. Her eyes looked different. Something I hadn’t seen from a girl looking at me. She lay. ??The two youngens have gone to their aunts for part of the summer. My wife’s sister spends time with them as a surrogate mother for the two. They have not yet gotten past their momma’s passing.? He added reverently. ?So, unfortunately, aside from a little cleaning for the next two weeks, there isn’t much you can do.?But I could see that his mind was racing. Out of some where in my mind, I said quickly, ?how about you take the spankings that my mom should have received and that you got out. Icouldn't care less. What would have been the alternative? Simplysitting at home feeling depressed and miserable for the loss of mywife.Finally I arrived exhausted on the sixth floor. I deposited all Icarried in a corner and I filled the bucket with water, rinsing the mopseveral times. It was badly washed the last time it was used. The waterwas cold and was picking at my hands that I wiped hastily in my apron.Soon I was about to learn that the apron was going to become one of mymost useful. ? Her favoritenovels were about slaves and bondage and she became very knowledgeable withanything that dealt with that subject. ? Two of theservants had just returned in the panel truck which was parked in theunderground garage. They had driven to the only private airport within onehundred miles to pick up a very special load of cargo that Mistress hadpurchased back east. ? Mistress Diana wassummoned by one of her servants that the precious cargo had been unpacked andplaced in its new home. She.