”“Is..this standard procedure..?”“It is...in Scandinavia.”She kept her head turned away, as she sat on my thighs. She was light as a feather... I leaned back in the chair. Now her breasts was in level with my eyes. Her nipples hard and protruding. I held her wrist where she was tied. “I will not get tired of looking at your tits...”“But they are so small...sir..”Did I just sense her shifting gear, so to speak?Was she wanting to take it a bit further?“They are absolutely perfect for a woman with. Moments later the old-man shoved his right hand inside my wife’s bra, and she hissed as his fingers touched her bare skin or warm flesh inside. He continued squeezing her breasts within a half a minute he pulled out his hand, a bit surprise on his face.His right palm was drenched with ‘lactic fluid! He spoke out, “Oh! It is lactating! I said out to him, Yes, Kaka, she mothered a c***d only a few weeks ago, and her boobs are now abounded with milk, which sometimes gives her pain is it ?! He. It was presumed that he was one of the farmers’ workers. “These are a few of my buddies from the market,” Buford introduced. “They’re into interracial, and when I told them about you and Edna, they definitely had to see for themselves!” Edna rubbed herself up against Marcus, her big round ass gyrating on his crotch, his bulge growing in his pants. “Thank you so much for obliging. You don’t mind a lil’ bareback, do you?” Marcus grinned and shook his head. “Good, because I want to feel you. How silly you'd look inthe cosmetics department, buying women's perfume. Maybe I could get youto buy me some stockings, or a pretty bra and panty set. Wouldn't that befun?"I blushed but didn't object to the idea. How awesome would it be to golingerie shopping with Hedda? She'd make comments like this every day.She'd see me staring and then bend over to pick up a pencil or something,again allowing me to look down at her breasts. She wore the most colorfulof bras, and they looked expensive, lacy.