We resonate in living waters. My love is our Master’s favorite. She is the color of cinnamon. Long dark hair, resting at the swell of her back, and ...he face of a beautiful young mother, I tend to her lovingly, relieving her milk-filled breasts in her tub of crystal quartz.My Master teases, making her full, tight, and round. He does not allow her young to suckle. He strokes her hard breasts, delights in her wild milky streams, her squirms, her wet naked heat and dripping white milk on his. He successfully got to the spot he had planned, then changedinto the skirt, hiding his shorts in the bag behind a tree.Nervous now and very aware of the short skirt again, he headed into thepicnic area, he looked around, all was quiet, his habitual need to peeat this time, was suddenly in his mind so he popped into the toilets,going into a cubicle to nervously sit and pee.He pulled up his panties, straightened the skirt and tiptoed out fromthe building, looking around cautiously as he did. The. Anala had sat quietly through the entire story, with only the one brief question confirming that I was being honest, and didn’t say anything while I took several sips of tea. She finally spoke.“Well, that was nothing like what I expected. I guess I made some assumptions about you that first day and had you figured for a mostly naïve, small-town Midwestern kid. You hadn’t had any exposure to any kind of Eastern philosophy, which is pretty common for American kids, but the way you talk and act,. Uhhh...” Dayna muttered, her eyes flicking back and forth between Kenzie’s face and her boobs, obvious interest in her eyes. I hadn’t thought much of it before, but Kenzie really had spent a lot of time chatting with Dayna tonight. Perhaps I’d missed the signs before, too absorbed in my own romantic issues and only paying attention to the way Kenzie had been flirting with me to notice her flirting with anyone else. But when I stopped to think about it, there HAD been sparks between them.A.