First he felt her breasts through her blouse. “Madam you are not relaxing. You can produce enough milk only if you are relaxed.”Ramya closed her e...es. Meanwhile he continued feeling her breast through her saree. Her eyes were still closed. He now started to massage her titties. First he did it slowly. Gradually he started to squeeze them heavily. Ramya squeeled when the squeezing got heavy. But she did not complain. Her blouse hat a wet patch, The area through which her milk had drained. He. For a moment she could only stare as she took in this handsome specimen. Long and lean, she guessed him at over 6 feet tall with dark brown hair, cut in a popular style, the ends curling at the nape of his neck. His eyes sparkled with amusement and were framed with thick dark lashes, the kind any woman would kill for. He was rugged and masculine looking, Julie fleetingly wondered if he was single, then quickly brushed the thought aside. Blushing, she cleared her throat and ordered a vodka. Then she led us both by our hands into the living room, where she sat us down on the couch next to each other. “Hmmm, I wonder which of you is going to last longer?” My wife pondered aloud impishly as she knelt between us and began stroking our cocks. Dimitri and I reclined and stretched our arms along the back of the couch. Amanda turned to my best friend first and kissed the tip of his erection. Then she swiveled her head and did the same to me. Back and forth she went: sucking on his. Now sit on my lap like a good little fellow and I will tell you a story. (Story begins.) Once upon a time, a little boy had a dad who really loved him. The daddy held him and kissed him (like this). The little boy was so sleepy he closed his eyes and fell asleep in the man’s arms. (Darlene closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.) The little boy had a sweet dream about his daddy. His little peter grew stiff and poked out the front of his jeans while he slept. The man saw the young peter.