I want to do more of that." I paused for a moment, "Besides, I still want to cum in your mouth."She didn't answer right away. I didn't know if it was ...ut of nervousness or she was thinking something over, finally she spoke, "We could do that." Ok then. We don't need to work out the details right now but we are going to do this more." I was intentionally being forward with her, a little demanding, I had the thought that maybe she liked being told what to do like her daughter did. "Though we. But she looked at me and asked if I had found them as I stood fumbling around the open cupboard.“No,” I replied.“Come let me help you,” she said still making no effort to conceal the round breasts that swayed delicately as she walked towards me.I felt the blood rushing to my manhood and my member straining against my jeans.She stood right next to me, her naked arms brushing against mine and reached for the key.“There you go,” she said with a slight smile.I thanked her and rushed out of the. .. I had to admit that the soft cushioning of both the extra padding in the cups of that contraption, and the little round nursing pads... made my aching nipples feel a whole world better.I walked into the living room and sat down to watch TV, I wasn't about to let Cheyenne's abuse of my chest stop me from enjoying myself. I felt so stupid sitting there with that bra on, even though it was protecting my chest from the abrasive material of my shirt.I started to flip the channels around, the. I responded, “Thank you for the paper towel.” He replied, “Thank you for the great blow job. I hope we can do this, again, some time, sweetheart.” I smiled as I walked away saying, “Yes, I hope so, too.” I made a bee-line to the bathroom. I felt like a cheap whore trying to hide my dirty deed. Yet, at the same time, I felt like a woman getting the satisfying sex she needs. I threw some water on my face in the bathroom. This made my skin slippery as it reactivated the dried cum. It was like I.