She was wearing a terry cloth robe that wasn't quite big enough to cover her. The belt was hanging loose, not long enough to tie in a knot. She'd used...a couple of safety pins, one above where her belly was starting to jut out and the other at the top of her legs. There was a slit of her swollen stomach visible, kind of like a slice of fruit, about two inches at the widest point. She was drying her hair with a towel, sticking her tongue out at the photographer, her head bent to the left at about. I broke the kiss. “Oh, yes, Saphique,” I moaned. “I’ll show them both your pleasure.”“Yes, yes,” Helena groaned, rising up on her knees. Her small breasts—which were bigger than my mounds, but not by much—pressed at my face. Wet nipples brushed my lips.I latched on, sucking hard.I gulped down her milk as Esmerelda suckled mine. My cheeks hollowed every time I nursed. The warm, creamy delight poured down my throat. I moaned about her nipple, trembling. She gasped each time, her hands stroking my. It was thrilling! I adjusted my cock from time to time which helped maintain the slight swelling.When I returned I was surprised to find my unknown "neighbours" had come back from their walk. They were a middle-aged man and a woman, husband and wife presumably. Both were in very good shape. He was fit with some body hair and shaved balls. She was slim with small dainty breasts, wide hips and a nicely trimmed bush making a lovely vee starting at the point where her inner thighs met her. I lost myself in the fantasy of touching and pleasing her while doing the same things to myself.I went up and down her legs with a soothing touch. Up her sides, exciting her. Brushing the sides of her breasts, the excitement built. She gasped as my fingers danced over her full, firm breasts. I caressed them so softly, fingers brushing over her nipples but not staying to tease them yet.Back down her body, I saw a hint of disappointment in my abandoning her breasts, but when I stroked inside her.