I checked my bag and made sure there were only guy’s clothes in it. Again several days later, when I opened my drawer there I saw several pairs of n...w panties. A thong, briefs and a low cut boy shorts. I knew something was up now. But what, I had no clue. It was a couple weeks later when I found out I needed to go out of town that night that I asked her to pack a bag for me. I arrived home and she was out and there sat my bag. I grabbed it and off I went. At the hotel it was when I opened the. My limp penis was pressed against her butt. She turned her head and smiled at me. She gave me a quick kiss. “You need to fuel up first before playing! Have a seat,” she said.She brought me breakfast and a cup of coffee. “Dig in!” she said. I did, happily.Heather set places for Cara and Linda, but left them sleeping for the time being.As I ate, Heather slipped under the table and placed her lips around my cock. She started slowly running her tongue up and down the shaft and used one hand to cup. I raise the armrests on the seat and lay down on the bench seat, placing my head in her lap. She cradles my head gently, almost as though I am her child. She guides me to her breast; I place my lips around the nipple and begin to suck slowly. I can hear her deep breathing to let her milk down and then I taste the sugary warmth as it’s expressed into my waiting mouth. I drink slowly, drawing every drop from her large engorged breast. As the flow eventually begins to wane I slide my arms. She worked for him - with him actually - because it would have been boring beyond words if she didn’t. She spent most of the days listening to music on her Ipod while she worked.The work wasn’t really hard. Most of the grain was moved by machinery, but she had to do some shoveling and a lot of climbing to check on equipment, or repair it, or clear clogs in pipes, so she got enough exercise that her sixteen year old body was in tip-top shape.As a woman, she wasn’t all that noticeable. She had.