Since she began lactating, her breasts have grown another two cup sizes. She tells me she feels disgusted when she sees herself in the mirror. She t...inks the word "cow" whenever she sees her breasts. She can't imagine that anyone could look at her and see a human being instead of a sub-human fucktoy. When it comes time for Laura to be milked she crawls over to me in tears, kneeling in front of me, mooing softly. I lead her to the table and get the milking bucket, and I grip her breasts. Kuch baat cheet hui or mai unkai liyai chai bannanay chala gaya tab tak woh fresh ho kar aagaye.Mai bazar mai kuch samman lainay chala gaya.humari bedsheet kuch maily thi so unko badalnay kai liyai bol gaya.jab woh bedsheet badal rahi thi to unkai haath mai woh sexy book aa gayi or woh unhay dyan sai parnay lagi.mai acchanak uppar sai aagaya or unho nai jat sai takiai kai nichay chupa di,Mainay yai sab dekh liya or kuch nahi bola or chup chap dusaray room mai chala gaya or T.V lagga kar deknay. Because the pictures were out of context, it took several seconds before I realized these were photos of Kira, my wife's younger sister. As I scrolled through the photos, I couldn't believe that I was seeing my sister-in-law in ways I had only fantasized about. At family gatherings, I often retreated to the bathroom to stroke myself off because Kira would get me so frustrated. She had a knack for wearing simple clothes and elevating them to the height of sexiness. She looked absolutely stunning. With her eyes still closed, she could imagine the touch of a lover's hand against her skin. Savoring the sensation, her hand brushed against the handle, increasing the pressure as she began to caress her breasts. Shifting her legs as she played with her now erect nipples, she directed the flow of water between her legs, causing a rush as the flow made contact with her clitoris. Pulling the long armed showerhead further down, she spread her legs wider.Her other hand brushed against the flow.