While I was fumbling for the keys, Greg had Teresa pinned up against the wall outside feeling her up and kissing on her neck. Once I had the door open...I stood there and watched them for a little bit before they broke their kiss and came in. Teresa ran in and grabbed the blanket that was on the bed and brought it back out to the floor in the living room. Greg and I grabbed a beer, but they never even got opened. Teresa had other ideas. She lay down on her back and Greg went right between her. Of course I expected some blood. I had arranged a big mirror so I could see the result of the thorns biting into my flesh. I was standing on a white sheet which I had arranged on the floor and to drown any sounds I let the water run into the bathtub during the session and the stereo was on quite loud.Time for the first stroke. I bent forward, aimed, swished the first branch a couple of times and then I struck with a force that even surprised myself. This cut would have been very painful even. I could feel her warm tits press against my chest. She rolled me over and started to dry hump against my hard cock. She ran her hands up my shirt and pinched my nipples. I took the que and took my shirt off. She smiled and said “you shave?” I said “yeah pretty much everywhere” She leaned in and licked both of my nipples to get the hard when she sat back up I could see her prefect tits in the moonlight. I sat up which apparently she liked as I sat up my cock rubbed up against her pussy. I. And like my son, she massaged the other breast and nipple while she nursed me. It felt wonderful! She emptied all the milk my son had left in it, and switched to the other one. After a wonderful while she had emptied both my breasts of milk. During this time I had had two silent orgasms, but I don’t think she could tell. She said for me to look at her tits. Her nipples were poking out even further than when she had first shown them to me. She shyly asked me to do her a favor and touch them like.