It was light purple and accentuated my large bust. I took Megan back down to the living room, sat on the couch, and lifted Megan to my right breast. ...I lifted my tit out and inched her closer. Megan took the clue and began suckling her heart out. It made me flutter inside. Ryan watched from the chair. The T.V. no longer held his attention. There was this hunger in his eyes.Megan got her fill, suckling most of the milk out of my right breast but only a little out of the left. There was a. On Saturday night, however, it was a lot different; the club was crowded and the guys were rowdier. Every time I went to collect glasses from the tables, I had to run a gauntlet of wandering hands. Hands that stroked my legs, bum and cock, and even tried to pull my thong down. I felt like packing the job in, until I counted up the money that I had made in tips. Over the next few months I got used to all the handling, all the remarks and all the propositions. To be honest, I started to get. What ever happened to just getting it over with so that I don't have to deal with him for long. We go on these trips and it's like we're together all the time until I can't stand it!I might as well check email. Maybe something interesting will have happened to one of my friends. Damn I'm bored. Did he say he wouldn't be home until late tonight? Some damn class he wanted us to take? No that's tomorrow. Well I'm tired of that crap. What's this? He didn't log off his email account? Anything. Now it was the intimate familiarity of ?Susie?, onlyever used in moments of pleasure by her husband as she had always demandedfriends and family call her Susan And with a sickening realisation she knewTommy was right, Susan did indeed have the occasional daydream about some ofher Son?s friends, how they would react to the sight of her still impressivebreasts, how it would feel if their young lips were suckling her easilyresponsive large nipples, wondering about the size of their cocks, about.