Wilkins shook hands and dragged her away as the men protested.In the car, Vixen leaned back against the soft leather and sighed. "At least a dozen men...propositioned me, including one who bragged that he was an undersecretary of State, our State Department. Can you imagine? Somebody pinched me too." Yes," the man said, smiling in the streetlight's purple-white glare. "Did you have fun? Were you really pinched?" Um hm," she said, "but some of the females looked daggers at me. I don't know what I. “When I come back you can empty my breasts and fuck mommy.”She gave a kiss and left. I slipped into my pyjamas and wore her husband’s dressing gown which was much bigger. I went into the kitchen, made some coffee and added some Meghana’s breast milk that was stored in the fridge in small bottles and drank it. It tasted delicious. As I was making the coffee the baby woke up and started whimpering. I warmed the milk and when it was sufficiently warm I fed the baby. Then I took her on my shoulder. Ken knocked and a voice said, “Come in.” At first all I saw was a tangle of naked bodies on one of the two beds — three, four guys, it was hard to tell at first. I heard someone say, “New Guy!” and the pile broke up. Four guys gathered in a semi-circle in front of me, all of them slowly stroking their dicks: a tall, thin guy, probably a runner, the red-haired guy I’d seen yesterday, a little on the pudgy side but with a cock nearly as big as Ken’s, a dark-complected guy, kind of hairy, quite. It became my routine to be home at around 12 or 1 pm. My attendance in class was hit hard but I was good at academics and sports and I had a kind of good rapport with the lecturers. So my attendance was taken care of. Also, there were friends who gave proxies. ???????????? Even Bindu would come home around the same time. And the fun would start right from the main door. I would just grab on her boobs and start sucking over the clothes. It had become a kind of a routine for me to suck her boobs.