I got so wet thinking about sending you those pics. I’m still soaked. Are you hard?”“As a fucking rock,” I answered.“Awww... I wish I was...there. I want your cock in my mouth. I want to lick it, and suck it, and feel it explode. I want to swallow all your hot cum.”My cock was throbbing like mad. “God, babydoll. You’d have to wait until I got done licking that sweet pussy until you couldn’t handle another orgasm.”She gasped. “I need it so bad. I’m playing with it now.”That escalated. Rajesh won’t like it” I replied.“Please, darling. Convince him. I am the only lady among all those horny men. Normally I don’t mind, but my milk Tits are bothering me. Where will I find time and place to keep squeezing milk? They become hard like stones and will be painful and if milk leaks out it would be embarrassing. Daily you drink your milk quota. I won’t bother you “ she pleaded. Reluctantly I agreed.“Thanks darling. After you started sucking I have become a Jersey cow, I don’t know how. He again unhooked one more hook of my blouse. This process was remained continued until all the hooks of my Blouse were opened. He picked the both parted piece of my Blouse in his hand and pulled it out gently and carefully from my arms as blouse was tight fit. Thus my Blouse was removed from my body. Now I was only in petticoat and bra. Now was the turn of my Petticoat to be removed. I detached the pallu of my heaped saree from the end of Nada, which was still tied on my husband’s erected. Ellen had been mixing the dressing, she was crumbling corn bread and filling a pan with the crumbs. Crystal asked what was next. Mom told her that the water was next and the dressing would be ready to bake. Chrystal suggested they use celery and onion soup as a mosturiser. Mom said "Do it honey." Everything was ready to be finished the next morning.The ladies joined their men in the living room, Crystal sat on the floor hugging one of Pat's legs. Pat asked if they were finished in the kitchen..