She was whispering…Kavithaaa….Kavithaaa…and moaning along with that….i was about to scream at her like mad as what this female is up to…but ...y throat was dry and could not take a word out of it…I could sense that she had her second orgasm in the toilet as she started flushing.I immediately ran back to the bedroom and got back to my old position of what I was…She came after 2-3 minutes and checked me again…I also pretended as if I am in deep sleep…She just rolled off to the side and went to. Mom and I got a room that was coincidentally next to Biswajit’s room. But I was not aware of any such situation between them at that time.So, the next day, we all went out to the garden for breakfast. Mom was wearing a normal white salwar suit and her black bra was quite visible from underneath her kurta, as it was quite transparent. There, Biswajit came to us and asked about my father.While asking, he was checking out my mom’s assets. But at that time, I had gone to another stall to check out. You both had to buy new bras after a few weeks, and I now came home for "lunch with Sam" several times a week.As I pull into the driveway, I can hardly contain myself. Tonight we are crossing a new threshold with your "lactation client," as we teasingly call her. I walk through the front door and quietly make my way down the hall. In our great room, you have Sam set up on our "milking frame." This is a simple, sturdy, padded frame that supports her in your favorite milking position: legs spread. He thought about the number of times that he had sat at a red light at night when there was not another car around. When he was younger, he would have gone through the intersection, after assuring that there wasn’t another car around. The traffic light was to improve safety. Now the traffic light was ‘law’ and ‘law enforcer.’ It was like everyone had forgotten its original purpose.“So what are you going to do while waiting for me?” Sarah asked interrupting his thoughts.“I’ll drink some more of.