Although everything was going on between us, she did not utter a word to her husband.One time, after she fed her baby, she said her boobs are hurting ...s the boobs were producing more milk than required and it used to hurt her while she wears a bra. I was waiting for the similar moment to talk about her boobs.I said if you wish, I could suck that extra milk from her boobs.Suddenly, she was shocked hearing these words from my mouth.Her reaction to my words was like thunder.But the pain in her. "Fuck that's tight!" I groaned and started slowly fucking her. Before us, the city of Seattle slowly rotated about us, a jewel set between dark waters."I love you," Mary groaned as we fucked our hips in a slow rhythm, slowly building our pleasures."I love you, too, Mare!" I whispered and started kissing her neck and ear. I started fucking her harder, more urgent. Her hand grasped mine and slid it up to her breast and squeezed her firm flesh and hard nipple. We were moving in unison, working. I looked at the clock, time was on my side, he was usually considerably later than me, so maybe I could get it cleaned up before he arrived. Quickly, I set to work. I grabbed a cloth from the sink in my classroom and dropped to my knees and started to scrub. Now I don’t know if any of you have ever made a similar mistake to me, but I discovered that when you rub spray paint, the little tiny droplets that individually land, spread and join together, forming a massive smudge. Sigh. I began. You finally reach the door of your house. It has been a long day and you are tired. It was bad enough going through yet another boring day of school, but when you got to track practice the coach decided to make everyone do extra laps. "Slave-driving asshole." You think to yourself. As you enter the house you set down your overloaded backpack and your track bag. You look around and the house seems to be empty, then you here the sound of a shower running upstairs. You know it's your sister, Doe..