A lovely woman’s face filled my eyes as I suckled at her breasts. Her sweet milk filled my mouth as she smiled at me. Her hand brushed across my for...head. She bent over kissing me gently on my forehead with her red moist lips.“A lovely boy god has given us my husband,” “We shall name you Samuel,” the lovely woman said smiling.“His damn name should be Samael: Demon angel of death,” A loud deep manly voice yelled out.I suckled happily upon her breast listening to them. My eyes closed as my belly. " She unbuttoned her uniform shirt. Somehow,it had become a one-piece with her pants. They fell to the ground.Beneath it, a dark pink tube top struggled to contain a pair of 36-Cbreasts. Her waist had narrowed, the flesh pooling around her hips andbuttocks - she was _packing_ now. She wore a pair of dark blue jeans,the legs shredded to form a sort of skirt that flowed about her verylong, well-formed legs.Her friend seemed astonished. "Matt, what... what the - my voice."His voice had. My whole body seemed to quiver. He kissed my lips hard, taking my breath with him as he did. Whether he realized it or not I was his.I slowly ran my hand along his denim covered bulge and around to his grabbable ass, He gasped with pleasure. I fought with his belt. Sensing my frustration he offered a hand, releasing it quickly and with ease."I hate that belt" I said with a cocky tone"That is why I wear it, to watch you fight with it." Pete said with a chuckle.I undid his button and zipper to. Matter of fact, I think she was glad it was gone with the long, loud moan that escaped her. She continued to moan, whimper and writhe as I continued my assault on her nipples.I slid a hand down to the waistband of the jeans she had on, and it was at that moment I realized it was a pair of mine. I guess she’d just run back here and grabbed what was handy. With them being my jeans, I had plenty of room to slide my hand under the waistband until I had it resting just above her mound. I just spread.