It was almost all I could think about. Danny's penis was so exciting. I loved holding it and making it cum. What a thing to watch.And my breasts. I wa... so aware of my breasts, all the time, it was like they had spotlights shining on them. Sex was so different from everything else. So mind absorbing. It was all I was thinking about.The rest of my life, school and so on, was just something to get through until I could have Danny's penis in my hands again and his lips on my nipples. That's all I. I knew then I wanted to taste more, much more. Sameer and I talked about how we had cum and the sensations we had felt running through our bodies. The thing though was as we talked we started to get hot sexually again. I told Sameer of how I had tasted his juice and wanted to taste more. He asked me to run my tongue over the top of his cock. I slowly lowered my head down to the head of his cock or prick and flicked my tongue across it. I tasted some juice leaking from the head. I licked my. I thought it could be because of wine she drank last night. But I was in surprise. I gently bit the nipple and Helen groaned. It was not Helen’s groan. It was someone’s. This unseen woman gently withdrew her breast and moved back. There was heavy breathing in the room and I heard no whispers or talking. I was about to ask....then one hand once again brought my head to the same breast. Someone untied my hand. I was in great excitement realizing that I was nursing at the breast of a strange. Wonder what they’re arguing about this time? The two women were thicker than thieves, but that also meant the occasional bickering. Going inside, he saw them standing in the middle of the living room. While the argument raged on, he took a moment to study the pair of milfs.His forty-two-year-old mother, Marie was a personal trainer, so her tough attitude and body reflected that, though that’s not to say she didn’t have plenty of feminine features, because she had it in spades with a beautiful.