Took the milk and poured milk in her mouth and I started to drink from her mouth after all this I immediately opened her bra and underwear and started...licking her boobs and pussy and then inserted my cock inside her pussy and started thumping her like anything. While fucking her, her mangalsutra was hanging around her neck, I asked her to hold it with her mouth while I was fucking her. I fucked her for 1 hour and after which we both were exhausted. We slept for some time and woke up.I said to. I don't know what came over Susan but instead of covering her tits, she let her arm down, arched her shoulders backwards and sat upright with her breasts perking upwards on full displaying with hard nipples out in the open."Yes, have a good look and enjoy!” Susan said in the car.I looked back at them as they were peering over her luscious body."Have you gone crazy?" I asked her."I didn't have time to cover up," she answered.I gathered that some deep repressed psychological inhibition caused. A laugh bubbled to the top of her mind. She thought of a line from a book that was the first book in English she read; something she read because it was a sexy novel that titillated a young girl. The quote came from ‘Lady Chatterley’s Lover’ by D.H. Lawrence: “Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. Sufficient unto the moment is the appearance of reality.” In other words, “Don’t borrow trouble from tomorrow” – sort of. She thought a bit, and came up with several hundred references to that. Like Grandpa Andy though, I seemed to have an affinity for things gravitic. Also like Grandpa Andy, I didn't think that affinity was going to wind up playing an important role in my adult life. This was my chance to flex those McKesson muscles, so I was taking it while I had my chance.I flew out back to the Boston area for Thanksgiving to spend it with Chris and his family. They lived north of Boston in Wakefield, Massachussetts, on the shores of Lake Quannapowitt. The area was a mixed bag as.