I asked him where the bathroom was and went inside, cleaning myself up. I then went back into the room and grabbed my clothes, telling him my wife wou...d be home soon and I needed to run. I said goodbye, he went to clean my cum from the floor and I never saw him again. I don't recall if I knew his name but I don't know it now. My ass was sore for days after that having never got a workout like that. I couldn't stop thinking about what I did and that I actually did it. When my wife came back the. She came around the desk and shifted her long blue skirt and sat down in my lap and she kissed me. She kissed me. Her lips tasted so good, her hair smelled like Spring – how is it that beautiful women always know just how to smell? – and in spite of myself I put my hand in her skirt and rested it on her thigh, and slid it up. Her skin was smooth and soft and I moved up slowly. I wanted to pitch her on the desk and stick it in and go wild, but I didn’t. This had to be savoured. She put her small. So it would be best at your age in life to leave those women alone. Try later if you must, but for now don’t.A week has past and we are heading out on a new adventure with our parents. Mom in her summer dress and heels looking hot as she stepped up her workouts. Dad and us are in cargo shorts and a nice shirt looking good as far as guys go. Dad says you should look sharp when you meet people for the first time and seeing everyone we meet on this cruise, we will be meeting for the first. .”But her milk was already flowing down into the collecting bottles. The urgent pulsing of the machine extracting it inexorably. It wasn’t waiting for any subtleness or the sensitivity of hand milking, it was going to extract her milk and as fast as it could. Stacey could feel each nipple stretching into the cup on each cycle and her milk flowed rather than squirting. She may never have been machine milked but it was the only way to deal with girls in quantity. As she settled to it, Stacey.