I needed this reminder. I reached in to grab the jug of 2%“Mmm, that's not the milk you want,” she said.“What?” I said, turning to look at her...I froze.She had taken off her blouse and had opened the flaps of her maternity bra. Her dark-red nipples thrust through each beading with white. My jaw dropped. I couldn't believe this was happening. What was she doing?Why had she done this?She sauntered to me, her boobs jiggling in her bra. Her brown hair fell about her youthful face. In her twenties,. What do you think?" Whatever--" She choked into silence. "What--whatever you want, Max." That's the girl. You're a very smart girl, Julie. The only smart girl in this place. And just because you're so smart, I'm going to let you suck me off while your little sister over there stands in the corner, so to speak. Of course if you'd rather trade places with her, I'll be glad to let you. Just say the word."Julie looked at him, and then at her sister. Max glanced back and saw Sally studiedly looking. ..Betty and I had put on light tops with no bra, shorts and the cute little maids' aprons. Hardly functional, but we liked them...we had laughed at putting them on..."what the hell good were these things, anyway!". Betty went to the door, and looking not unlike a group out for trick or treat were the five boys. My son included!I heard them come in and decided to make an entrance....I figured if we kept them off guard, we could keep control of the situation. I grabbed some slices of pizza. The owner would push her tongue into that open mouth and enjoy the power of her strength, her freedom to punish, please or simply exploit. The power that brooked no refusal, no denial and no boundaries.Then would come the play. Not the loving feeling of intimacy and contact. Not the sharing and giving. No, Elisabeth would be taking, extracting and consuming. Her bed slut would be arranged on the soft pillows to service her needy mistress. Tongue and nipples would tickle Elisabeth's body,.