It's scary. My breasts have all blown up like a nursing mother's, and they give a *lot* of milk. No. No, that's what's so weird about it; I've never b...en pregnant. And yet, there they are. They hurt terribly if I don't use the breast pump, but the relief never seems to last very long. And if I hear a baby cry, in a supermarket or something, they just *flood*. I wear this, you know, nursing bra to absorb some of it, but the milk just floods in spite of it and my whole front is sopping wet and I. Kneeling in front of her I brought my face close to her shaved pussy. Nervously, I wrapped my trembling hands around her waist and began to lick her outer velvety folds.“Fuck! Yes, Steve, like that. Begin gently,” Mary moaned.I assumed that her eyes were closed as the lady in porn did the same. I felt her fingers ruffling my hair, stroking, and gripping it, whenever I made an attempt to push my tongue between her folds. My hands, which were gripping her waist, began unconsciously caressing her. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY."If I told you once, I've told you a million times, don't exaggerate!"13. My father taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE."I brought you into this world, and I can take you out..."14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION."Stop acting like your father!"15. My mother taught me about ENVY."There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do."16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION."Just wait until we get. As she enters the car, she purposefully brushes those lush breasts across his chest. It is all he can do not to throw her over the hood of the car and thrust deep into the moistness emanating from her. They drive to a deserted cabana hidden on a private beach. Once inside he kisses her again, this time with more urgency. She is all he can think about. The feel of her in his arms. The full breasts pressed against his chest. The luscious lips gently sucking on his own as their tongues delve.