I wasn’t sure what to do or what this meant. Clearly, making a move was not my strong suit. Which is why I never made one.Then I felt her hand slo...ly move south, beneath the cover, over my stomach. My cock was still stiff. I was trying to ignore it. But her hand on my stomach made it jump.“You didn’t finish,” she said.I felt her nails in my pubic hair, trailing around with light scratches. Then I felt her hand grip the base of my cock, her fingers tightening around the shaft, pumping up, over. My mother scolded me that day and asked me why I was doing like this. I told her all the story and hugged her tightly. She consoled me and made me sleep.This continued for a week. I lost hope in myself and thought about suicide. One day, I took a knife from the kitchen and went to the bathroom. My mother who was changing her clothes noticed it and when I had almost cut my wrist, she came running to me half naked. Her upper part of the body was completely nude.My mother was looking so sexy that. *** ….. Anyway I held each of the suction cups on her nipples until they formed a damn good tight seal on each nipple. I knew the vacuum was solid when Angelique’s big pink nipples got snatched down into the long clear part of the suction tube cups. Both hoses started jerking back and forth with each cycle the milking machine’s suction pumps made. Hell I hadn’t emptied her juggs out in almost a week so they were full of milk today! It didn’t take but a very few seconds before Angelique’s huge. One of the guys in back jumped up to bump the ball up to the front. Joe finger-tipped a perfect set, then Mark spiked it right down on the opposite side of the net.“Mine,” Zack called as he dove. He barely managed to dig the ball off the sand and get it up to the net. Another guy tried to spike it down and had both Joe and Mark up at the net blocking his shot.“I love how the muscles flex when they jump,” Bethany whispered to me.Most of the guys were shirtless and wearing board shorts, but a few.