Joyce smiled and gave a nod. Again he repeated the performance, this time on the other boob. Twice he squeezed and grabbed but this time as the cup be...an to fill, she whispered. 'Could I have more milk?' It was a quest that he gladly obliged, but this time a little rougher, so that Joyce gave off a moan of delight and saliva began to drip from her mouth and her gaze was of one 'off with the fairies'. "Another cup?" she asked while positioning herself so that her tit was again the milk jug and. I started by laying my head on his shoulder and he put his arm around me, nothing we haven’t done before but never alone. I drew patterns into his flat stomach seeing as he still had no shirt on and I could feel him shiver and his breath hitch. His arm tightened momentarily on my shoulder then he let go, I got closer and rubbed myself a bit on him “trying to get comfortable”. From my position I could see a bulge forming in his swim trunks, which he tried to hide by fidgeting, which only made it. He was no physicist, and certainly no subspace wave field theorist, but as he was fond of saying — 'The math never lies' — and the math had led him inexorably towards this point. First he had decided that the mathematical models Rella and Rika were studying as part of their education in the field of subspace physics was incomplete somehow, and he kept mulling it over in the back of his brain until one day it just popped out, clear as day.To have a subspace wave field generator, you must presume. It was, however, deep enough that it made a “glick” sound as it closed off the back of Mark’s throat.In the meantime, Luke had Mark at his mercy on the other end. Luke was punishing Mark with long, firm strokes. Mark’s legs had already started trembling and moving uncontrollably. Luke was struggling to keep them under control as they flailed about.Maxi gave Mark a quick reprieve as he withdrew his cock for a second. Mark raised his head slightly and quickly looked up at both Maxi and Luke. Both.