No long haired hippiesin my family. “How many times did you fuck her?” Ed asked, rubbinghis crotch. “Please, Uncle Ed, that’s ...y business…” Mickanswered, and my hand shot out to slap that prettylittle face of his. He fell to his knees and I stoodover him. “You fucking asswipe. Your uncle Ed asks you aquestion, you answer him! How many times did you fuckthe bitch?” My son hung his head. “Four.” he said in a very quietvoice. He’d. They sat down and she lit a candle. He uncorked the wine and poured them each a glass. She took the joint out and offered him some."I wasn't sure if you smoked or not. I only do a little and only once in a great while." Sure, I'll have some," and he took a hit.So they sat there and drank and looked at the moon and talked of all different things. She told him of her husband passing away 3 years ago. And he told her a little about his life.The wine started getting him very drunk. And Christina. I seemed to remember a strange sexual dream. I tried to get up thinking I was at home and I should get up to go to high school, when I felt my breasts flop and hang swollen in front of me. It was then I remembered vaguely what had happened. I had been injected to make my breasts grow and fill with milk and they were standing out in front of me swollen with milk and the nipples totally puffed up, distended with milk and the suction of the milking pump. I reached down and felt my pussy lips, they. I taste so fucking good. I opened my eyes and looked at Chris. "Want to join in?" I knew I didn't even have to ask. He was wearing gym shorts, so I could see he was rock hard. Before he could say anything, I slid off the desk to stand in front of him. He leant forward and slid his hand up my legs and under my skirt. His hands were large, but smooth and he was gentle as he slid a finger inside me. I leant over him and let my lips linger half an inch from his. He leaned forwards to kiss me, but.