I knew I couldn’t hold out. Hell, I didn’t want to hold out! I tried to scream, 'I’m cumming!’ but all that anyone heard was “ Mfffff! Cmmmm...g” Syd now had three different men to pleasure, and judging from their comments, she was doing just fine. By now she was swimming in a sea of sperm, and by all accounts, loving it. “Someone said, “Executive meeting be damned, I vote to include the new members, now.” Those who could, cheered. There were no dissenting votes, and the blindfolds were whipped. It was with a great deal of reluctance that I set off for home after breakfast. Emily had work to do before Monday’s trials and tribulations and she needed to get it done. I went home and did some perfunctory housework before taking a glass of wine into the garden and sitting in the warm sun, dress hitched up over my legs and contemplating the events of the night and early morning. I remembered myself brazenly dropping my dress, taking off my knickers for her. I re-felt the thrill I had taken. And, third, mostly importantly, all three of these hot sexy babes are new mothers and are in the post-pregnancy stage where they're nursing their babies and producing mommy's milk on a regular basis. With that understanding, we begin our story.It was time for the Country Music Awards in Nashville once again, and everybody who was anybody and also everybody who wanted to be somebody in the country music industry was there. Among those present in town over that weekend before the CMA Awards show. ‘Oh, tell me that really didn’t happen!’ she gasped. ‘Oh, it did,’ I said as a nodded in a mock smug way. ‘And our initiation to the Mile High Club. In a private jet. And not in the bathroom.’ Greta’s mouth locked wide open. Nothing came out until she said, ‘Now you’re lying!’ ‘Not at all,’ I said. ‘After all these years, have I ever lied to you?’ ‘Now I can understand why you’d go catting around with a married man,’ she said. ‘You know it’s more than that,’ I said. ‘There’s something about.