Then I started to squeeze her boobs with my hands. Milk started flooding on the floor. (I my mind I thought instead of wasting this milk if she allowe... I will drink na). She said please stop since the milk flooding in the floor. She said instead of wasting the milk can u suck my boobs and drink the milk. I said ok and I started sucking her left boobs very hardly. It was very soft and loves to do it. One thing I want to say in this time. Taste of the milk is excellent. No words to express it.. Woh mere bade boobs ko zoor zoor se masalne laga,mujhe bohot sharam aa rahi thi,woh mujhe chumne k liye mere kareeb aa raha tha,mai rokne jaanrahi thi toh usne mujhe dhamki de kar mujhe chumne laga,usne kaha k jitna cooperate karogi utna mazza aayega aour agar nahi kiya toh bohot dard hoga.Mai dar kar usse cooperate karne lagi,Mai bhi usse chumne mai support karne lagi,shuruat mai mujhe bohot ganda lag raha tha par baatme mujhe bhi thoda mazza aane laga tha chumne mai,Hum ek duare ko. "Of course, it's almost over." Robert looked up. For a moment he couldn't breathe. "It is?" he said. "Oh yes. There are only a few more pages. It's a short story Robert, a very short story." "But I don't want my story to end! What will happen to me when it does?" Robert's voice cracked. "Do you know what happened to Ishmael after the end of 'Moby Dick'?" "No?" "Nothing! There is no Ishmael. There is no Moby Dick. They're just collections of words, and when there are no more words then. He licked his lips. She always loved for him to eat her pussy after she showered. He continued down to the bedroom and began taking off his clothes. His dick was half-hard and as he waited for her, he tugged it. Mental images of himself went through his head. On his knees while a large man thrust his cock into his mouth. He tried to imagine what it would feel like. Closing his eyes as he stroked, he was surprised when he felt something pushing his lips open. He opened them quickly before.