I sat beside her in another chair. We started to talk about ourself and we didn’t notice the time going. It was around 5:30. That time I just rememb...r about my friend. He will come now. I just said her to leave now, because my friend will come. She said, “It is ok”. While she started to move, I said just to wait and made a call to my friend to check whether he reached nearby or not.I was surprised to hear that he’s not coming and he will stay today in her cousins home. I said ok and cut the. He must be in the shower, she thought as she rolled into a sitting position and tugged one of her patches back into position covering its assigned nipple. She waited impatiently for the shower to end, and busied herself by applying tanning oil to the fronts and backs of her legs. She covered her buttocks particularly well because there were areas of her cheeks that hadn’t seen much sun, and, when her fingers approached the tops of her thighs in the front, she even lifted the patch of cloth. The cups of Deanna's bra were thoroughly soaked. With all the work she'd done that day, the counselor had barely had a second to notice, but her nipples had apparently been leaking milk for some time, and now the undergarment was smeared with wet, spreading, stains. But it wasn't just the bra. Now that she was paying attention, Deanna could feel small trickles of milk running down her huge, full breasts, She took hold of the massive things, and each one felt heavy in her hand. It was now. She wasn’t getting aroused at all, and it seemed to help her relax. Before long, I let my hand light rub from her collarbone down to the top of her skirt and back up, stopping to cup her breast from time to time. Occasionally I would let my thumb rub around her nipple or roll it between my fingers. Whenever I felt her body starting to get aroused, versus calm and peaceful, I would cup her breast and pull the orgasm energy out of her. I somehow could feel that this was what she needed, even if.