So glad I wasn't a boy or it would be totally obvious!I tried to put it out of my mind and concentrate on the First Fleet, but every small movement of...his leg and shift in my body as we leant from keyboard to book and back were sending strong signals form my pussy and clit straight to my brain and right back down again. Despite my best efforts my focus vanished and my brain s**ttered and I was struggling just to maintain a straight face and level voice as I kept up the conversation with Dad as. Hanson gave a knowing laugh. "Shit, Billie," he said. "You act 'bout as bad as them struttin' small-town snobs down there in Dooberville. I can hear their mamas tellin' 'em now." Hanson wagged his head back and forth and put on a silky-sweet white woman's way of speaking. "Now, honey, don't you ever get in a car with no niggah... you heah? Why, he might just rub black all over you."Billie wasn't sure what Hanson'd said that made her laugh, but suddenly there she was, laughing fit to kill. It. No man could turn away from that petite body. Who would say no to ?My job was to suck her tits twice daily, to empty the milk. Shravanti is 5’5” and weighs just about 50 kgs. I made her sit on one thigh, with her feet between my legs. Then I took one soft breast into my mouth, squeezing and sucking. What ensued was a drowsy feeling that overtook both of us.I got addicted to the warmth and comfort of her bosom. On the third day, after draining both her boobs, she was in a dreamy state. I asked. “We were just discussing the pros and cons of watching men beat off. M’s never seen that.”He raised an eyebrow, “And you told her it would be easy to convince me to let her watch that, huh?”Mom took a step forward and gave him a soft kiss on the lips, “Of course.”He took a sip of his drink, shook his head and said, “I’m sure she’d rather watch Mark do it.”Mom laughed out loud, “Hell, so would I, but we don’t have a plan for how to convince him to do it.”I couldn’t believe we were just standing.