”“Well I can’t see, can’t get another drink and I could do with stopping now ... you know ... I need a wee wee,” she giggled. “That scared...me back there ... I mean...”8.55pm the same day A classic Georgian mansion, Kemble.After thirty minutes of female buttock clenching, the limo stopped and she was guided out, up several steps and inside somewhere her high heels clicked noisily until she was stopped and turned, eased slightly back feeling something behind her knees.“This is a toilet, so you. I just sat opposite to her waiting for her to finish the breastfeeding. I so wanted to suck those big boobs of my maami. Seeing those big black nipples and areolas were giving me a hard-on.As her kid was about to sleep, I told her that I was thirsty. She told me that there was water in the kitchen. I told her I would rather drink milk, smilingly. She guessed what my intentions were but tried to play hard.She told me that there was milk in the fridge and I can heat it if I want to drink milk. I. She gasped and said that she produces a lot of milk. She has expressed the milk manually and threw it into the sink. She’ll no more throw it and I should empty her breasts. Then she turned and rested on her back. My hand was still on her cunt gently caressing. Now and then she sighed. I leaned forward and licked her pussy, saying, “Mamma, so good you’re, so good you’re.” She took my hand and pulled me up. When I settled on her top, she kissed me and asked me who told that I should lick pussy. I. He could just lay in bed allday... and then he sat bolt upright seized with the sudden fear andcertainty that he'd been recaptured, that he was back in...Wayne Manor. His bedroom. It all seemed right, but he didn't. Thebreasts that swayed on his chest were much larger... and his hair... hecould feel it flowing down his back, over his shoulders, swaying acrossthe tops of his breasts and over his smooth shoulders...Pulling the covers aside he slid from the bed, and started toward themirror,.