Emma kept looking down at my cock. She started to bite her upper lip. She then licked her lips. I smiled again. "How are you feeling?" I said. "V...ry good...Thank you for asking Mr. Kelly. How are you?" she said. "I'm good. Your a really good teacher. Showing me how a woman pumps her breast for milk. Now....I'm just curious how it tastes. I never tasted breast milk before. I've never really wanted to taste someones before. But yours looks so nice and healthy." I said. Emma looked. After 5 mins she took bath & came out. We decided to leave @ 2pm.We started from Chennai & our parents told to drive slow & take care. We where chatting in the car teasing each other. She was wearing a pink tops & a skirts. She looked dam sexier. I just kept on talking with her & our talk went on to A-jokes. This made cleared that she did not feel sham to talk all these matters to her brother. Suddenly it started to rain. I started becoming heavier. But we continued our talk, suddenly the wiper. When she came back, we both sat down on the sofa and we were chatting on general topics and on our personal lives too. We were sitting opposite to each other, and my eyes were on her breasts and her nipples, which were poking out from her t-shirt. I guess my elder sister must have told her about our sexual experience, so her looks and her behavior towards me was not the same as it was before. I was talking on general topics and sharing my experiences of my work life and personal life, but. “At least there isn’t a wet spot…yet” I whispered. It had the desired effect as you blushed again. We walked out of the restaurant to the relief of the women there and the disappointment of the men. I think the guys were conscious about the slits on your dress got a lot higher, or they missed something when you entered the restaurant. Our waiter made it a point to stop us and thank us, inviting us back again soon. You flashed him a sexy smile, stepped forward to show your leg, and simply said,.