She cried. She gasped. She sighed. And all too soon, it was over. Time to go."So ... what do you think of chick flicks now, Angel?" her mother asked, ...easingly, as they got into the car."Hmmmph. Must have been a fluke or something. Would have been better with a chase or two."They weren't buying it. I'm such a girl! she thought."Got that right." Lena chuckled, out loud.When they got home, there was a message to call David.He let her know that he had a late afternoon appointment for suspected. I reached around her back to undo Jenny’s bikini top – why do these catches have to be so difficult to operate one-handed? Jenny stopped masturbating for a moment to remove the offending bra, and unzipped her shorts for good measure: “There Uncle, now you can see properly”.Jenny’s tits were gorgeous – small and tight and round, each topped with a perky dark brown nipple. She had obviously been sunbathing topless all summer – they were the same gorgeous light brown as her face and arms and. As if entering a whole newdimension, I walked through the entrance into a large living room. In themiddle of it, there was a carpet. I knelt on the floor, keeping my eyesdown in modesty and submission. Although I could barely see mysurroundings, the hall oozed power and stateliness. I could do nothingbut immerse myself completely in that dimension of masculine power thathad just opened up in front of me. I must have waited a good half hourbefore the appearance of my God. But even eternity would. " I started to ask but stopped myself. "Never mind." What?" she asked curiously."I shouldn't ask..."She laughed. "Go ahead, now I'm curious!" Do you really produce milk that easily? I always thought maybe that wasa little bit of a Little's myth."She nodded. "I'd prefer if it was, but yeah... Unless you have your owngenetic kids, most of us find ourselves producing milk at the drop of ahat." It's painful?" I asked.She shrugged. "Not if it comes out... I'm usually good for a day beforeit gets.