It was a feast for my hungry tongue (my wife never liked her to be sucked and loved it the most). She reached her orgasm in a span of five minutes. I ...eclared, it was her turn to pump me out with mouth. She sat up. I asked her whether I could kiss her breasts and eat them as well. She agreed. Like a child I lay my head on her lap and started sucking the grapes. To my surprise, milk started coming out. (She must be still breast feeding her son). I enjoyed this nectar for while, till the time. These people have a lot to complain about and you think to yourself, “wow, their life must really suck”.So why are they always so damn happy? Never without a grin, always giving an enthusiastic wave and a “how do ya do” no matter what time of the day and no matter what day of the week. Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their life. What’s their secret? Is it a loving partner that cares for them? Nope. Is it a newfound religion?. Next to her was the black kitten Aisling, who had wandered in one morning at the beginning of fall and had stayed. She was a loving cat and a ferocious mouser.The rain had started in earnest and she hoped David, and that was how she thought of him, was spending a comfortable evening. She knew he was home. She had seen him arrive in a taxi about half past six. In the faint light from the doorway he and the driver unloaded a number of parcels from the boot. She had briefly thought about inviting. Just the thought of all of them looking at her wet, open sex made her become even more aroused, and she moaned in frustrated delight as her nipples were teased as her body was exposed to their view. And their touch. And what a touch it became. A brave hand moved in between her legs and began to explore her damp membranes, touching and discovering her secrets as if they had never touched a girl before. Soon it felt as if two or three hands were taking turns sliding between her legs, touching.