It was hers and it was wrong to even think of killing it. I'd have to remember that, I chuckled to myself, as if, if I killed the mother the ba...y could live. I wondered if her tits were lactating yet. I loved that milk and never could get my fill of it. She was due but I was due for a milky disappointment.Page 3. I closed in on them and I was breathing so heavily, like a panting wolf, I was afraid they might hear me. They were in a clearing and mom was standing with her hands on. I liked it."I'd do anything..." I said in a quiet voice, and licked my lips again.That time, he did drop the phone."Shit," he muttered under his breath. "Stay right there," he barked at me and bent over to shove the phone back into place.I could have made a run for it then, a clean break for the door, but secretly, I wanted to stick around and see what he would do to me.Cashier-guy cleared his throat and I stood up straight so that my breasts were pushed out. He grinned excitedly."So...how old. Wo humari class me humesha top karti thi.Ek din ki baat hai, class me mujhse ek sawal puch liya. Par mujhe wo aata nhi tha, isliye main chup chap khada tha. Par mujhe chupke copy par bada bada likh kar Neha ne mujhe uska answer bta diya. Fir main niche baith gya.Neha ne mujhe piche mud kar simle karte hue dekha. Dosto kasam se uske raslie muskurate honth meri ankho me bas gye the. Uska wo khoobsurat chehra mujhe pagal kar rha tha. Mera man kar rha tha, ki pehle uske hontho ko main jam kar chusu. This couldn’t be better. As he leisurely leans over to grab his napkin from the floor, he looks over at us. I spread my legs for another admirer and thrust my pelvis forward as hubby reaches down and grabs my inner thigh, giving him the hint of my rosebud plug. The husband sits back up in time for the waiter to sneak by him with our dinner. The waiter places our plates on the table and offers us fresh ground pepper before topping up our wine from the bottle. Once the waiter is has left, I look.