I quit struggling and felt my face grow beet red.“My, my,” Jennifer said and sat up straight, the weight of her now completely on my waist and cro...ch.“I’m really sorry,” I began.“Don’t be,” she said and smiled, “That’s a great compliment.”“Thanks,” I responded, still embarrassed to all hell.“Can I ask you something personal?” She asked, and as she did, she shifted slightly, grinding herself briefly on my hard dick. The sensation was unbelievable.Okay,” I said, only slightly aware that I. He tore the dress off of me and I looked down and watched him trailhis fingers along the edge of my bra before he ripped it open. Iclosed my eyes again and I could feel his mouth and his tongue alongmy stomach and then gliding back up along the wet skin and I felt sowarm and dizzy…I can’t describe it…I just kind of slid down the wall and landed on my ass and decided tolet him do whatever he wanted.I felt the floor underneath my bare back and I could feel his tongueall hot and. I feel like she is my real mom now.’‘I wish I had a mom who gave me her milk,’ remembering Aunty back at the orphanage and her soft breasts.After playing the game for about an hour we returned to the couch. Riya was there, and I avoided looking too much at her but my mind was swirling with many thoughts.I reached the conclusion that I was desperate to take milk from her. I couldn’t get the image of her breasts out of her blouse off my mind. Her breasts were very full and round, with dark. It had greater energy.I was much more likely to make changes to accomodate Joyce's needs. I might not come out and admit it to anyone else, but I made a lot of decisions by only thinking about what Joyce wanted, instead of what I might want. The whole group thing was more for Joyce's happiness than for my own.She took great pains to convince everyone that sharing me was a sacrifice she was willing to make, to see me happier. In truth, I think she recognized that her needs were more complex than.