"You like?"She laughed and I growled. "I like, Joan, you know I do." So, you don't really mind about me and your mum being friends?" Lovers, Joan." Ok...y, lovers." No, not really. In fact, I'm pleased that you made her happy." I certainly did, Tommy," she smiled, easing both breasts out of her lacy bra cups. "But it was a two-way thing, you know. She made me happy, too."Hearing that also made me quite happy. I was fond of Joan. She'd once confided in me that she'd never married because she'd. Sara was rubbing her still-wet cold hand along her thin neck. I could see that her eyes were closed and that the smile upon her face had not disappeared.My person was but a few meters from the relaxing girl, hidden by a thick bush, my view practically unobstructed. I knew that I had gone beyond the point of a polite view and had intruded upon Sara's privacy by sneaking up on her. What she did next convinced me that staying had been the right thing to do, and I forgot any notion about. I got one in each hand and squeezed them together and kissed them, and squeezed them harder until milk oozed out of both nipples. I licked it all up.Without taking her eyes off mine, she parted her legs and pulled her sari back. She was wearing white cotton panties which were bunched under her belly. I ran my hands up her sturdy thighs and rubbed her crotch through her panties, and felt the material getting wet. I put my face to her stomach again, kissing and licking down it, then parted her. But sleep was elusive. Too much had happened in the last hours and I knew I had to rethink it all at least once before I could even think about sleep. And so I went through everything again, the walk to the studio, how I had felt standing naked before her, the harness she had put me in and how she had held me by my hair, steered me towards where she wanted me, then her commands as she directed me in all those positions.I felt myself getting wet as I thought about how it all had made me feel..