J was a letter that was used in cup sizes?And isn't twenty-eight the size of my actual chest, not counting mytits? No wonder they seemed so huge! I ...ooked at Mistressquestioningly."34 H, before you ask," she said, smiling as she made her way over tome. "I'm okay with that. I want my tiny cow to have extra bustyudders."Udders? Before I could think that through, she stroked my breasts andtugged on my nipples. Milk spurted out and a moo escaped my lips. Noa moan. A moo.Any sane, rational. Roy echoed his question, “Yeah, so what about Terri eh?”I thought hard about the times I had been with Terri and her change in attitude and dress from a crude-looking tom-boy to a sexy looking minx. I also thought about her warning to me what would happen to me if I told anyone anything about her and me and the times we have spent together. I didn’t want her to be mad at me at all. I genuinely enjoyed my time with her and her easy attitude about me having sex with more women than just her.Sex. Slowly he enters. Perhaps a few inches at a time but each thrust is deeper. So slippery now that I listen to the night sounds and they are joined by the wet slush, slush, slush as he presses in and draws back. It’s a salacious sound. A sound of my wetness joining with his and my urgency rises quickly higher and higher as he drives in deeper and harder. My writhing body begins to match his tempo, in and out and with each thrust I lift and drive my clit hard against his pubic bone. I’m nearing. The trembling hands rose and my anxious pleasure rose as well, this was going to work.The button at the top popped open loudly but the zipper fought her as her fingers shock wildly. Her eyes though were wide and unresisting, perhaps even anxious.After a frustrating two minutes, and me giving no help to her, my zipper lowered allowing my jockey's to thrust out obscenely from the open part of my jeans. My Aunt was all eyes, starring at that bulge and its wide wet spot where I had leaked.