"That's so nice Robert. So nice to rest your tired head on my smooth, firm breasts; so nice to suck my tits like my good little boy." She stroked his ...ead as he suckled. "A good ... tired ... sleepy little boy."Robert knew something was wrong. Why was this strange woman talking to him like a child? Why was he so drowsy? But the thoughts were jumbled and lost in the wonderful sensation of her breast in his mouth, her hand on his cock."Yes, my breasts makes my little boy sooooo sleepy don't they. ”Thwick!“Aah. Two, ma'am.”Thwick!“Ow. Three, ma'am.”And so the selected band of flesh deepened steadily in colour until the last.Thwick!“Oww! Ten, ma'am.” Back upright, Cynthia cradled the well-leathered parts in her hands. “And I'd have to say you already have the measure of that instrument.”“Yes, I could quite take to it. But of course, the greater part of the pleasure derives from its use on such a splendid arse.”“Well, thank you, my Lady.” Cynthia made a mock curtsy, then wth several sharp. That sounds very permanent, especially combined with Tim doing what he did. Also, you blamed me for being bi and used that as an excuse, as a breach of our wedding vows? News flash, missy, we BOTH broke our wedding vows. I had committed sodomy and you committed adultery and incest.“Technically, what I did wasn’t adultery by the classic definition, just by the modern one, but I won’t use that, since the old, Roman definition was inherently a double standard. Though admittedly, it’s the actual. Now she was moaning and from her action as well as moans I inferred she was undergoing orgasms. All other passengers were sound sleeping, excepting three of us. That stranger now lifted up his head from her saliva-drenched breasts, and placed his mouth over hers. She pulled him in her cosy embrace, and their mouths stayed sealed in passion. After they broke kiss, he stood up, and unzipped his trousers and pulled out his erection which my wife eagerly engulfed.Next moment he started bobbing,.