"Yes?" I said, pausing at the door of the compartment."Please, one last kiss before you depart," she said and I was certain I saw a tear in her eye."O... course, Aouda, one last sweet kiss before I depart."And we embraced for the first time, her breasts bearing down on my chest; my cock, a small pike, rammed into her loins. She moved her hips a certain way and I found myself centered on her cunt and made to pull away for fear of alarming her with my hardness. But she followed my movement,. I am left with two nipples sticking way out to here, and dripping milk. And sometimes I am turned on, and even wet between my legs. On weekends, when my husband is home, he will watch this little scene and he gets turned on too. He then eagerly takes my son’s place and finishes sucking all the milk out of both my tits. We both love the feeling and he says he likes the taste of my milk. We usually then have very passionate sex. One of my girl friends has chatted with me while my son nursed, and. .. “Hey.” Violet’s voice penetrated through the chorus of Sleep Now In The Fire.My strokes on the pedals stuttered, overextending one leg and momentarily bending my knee backwards. Wincing in pain, I recovered and slowed, turning my head to the left.Leaning against the doorjamb in charcoal black tights and a midriff-baring crop top, Vi looked like she had just stepped off a photo shoot. Hair pulled back into a ponytail, skin glowing with health, my sister didn’t show the slightest sign of last. As she handed me the glass, she said, "Would you mind waiting for me while I shower and change? I smell like that place where I work and I'd like to get more comfortable." No, I don't mind. Or would you rather I leave?" No, no! Please stay. I want to get to know you better. It's just that I'd like to not be quite so sticky while we talk." Okay. I'll be waiting."She disappeared down another hallway and I soon heard running water. I sat on the sofa sipping the cold refreshing water and looking.