We headed back to the bed and this time Donna’s phone rang. It was her husband, asking how she had arrived to Chicago.As they talked, I returned the...favor and ate her soft soaking cunt.The old bitch finally finished chatting just in time to come again…We rested for a while and then I grabbed her hand and led her to the balcony. Donna resisted at the doorway, saying someone could see us…I tugged on her wrist gently and she finally came with me into the soft night breeze. It was a bit cold. We, Kara, Lynn and I, just smiled nervously at them and kept on walking.Once we were seated a waitress came over and after complimenting us on our outfits she took our orders. It was just a bar, but they had a small kitchen in the back and served hamburgers and hotdogs and chili and the like.We all ordered burgers and beers. The waitress looked pretty skeptically at Lynn and Kevin. But she didn't ask to see their fake IDs. Soon we were all sipping on a beer and sitting there feeling everyone. Breast milk ... the perfect drink to wash down my sub!”“Oh ... God ... will we get anything done but sex?” Heather blushed a bit as her own daughter sucked hard on her teats again.“One wonders, but at least the American people won’t get screwed ... not in the usual sense by their own government at any rate,” I laughed as I watched the shift manager pound Jen over a table on his own lunch break.“Looks like your good lady wife is getting screwed pretty well herself,” Phil noted now with some. You're safe," Christy said."Okay Mom," Bria said sarcastically, pulling the covers up just a bit.She closed her eyes, feeling that almost drugged sensation that hit just before unconsciousness. A dark shadow passed in front of her closed eyelids, a voice whispered in her ear."Brianna, come to me."She struggled up through the layers of sleep, fright chasing her through the gray levels even as she kicked and fought at the covers that seemed almost to smother her. Hands grabbed her arms and she.