Mere pati mere sasur ko papa kahte the to mai bhi unhe papa hi kahti thi. Meri nind khuli to mai pani pine k liye kichen ki tara ja rahi thi tab achan...k meri nazar drawing hall me baithe papaji per gayi to mai chaunk gayi kyon ki maine dekha ki papaji meri bra ko apne hath me lekar use khel rahe the. Mai chupchap dekhane lagi. Papa meri bra ki smell le rahe the, use sahla rahe the, bich bich me use apni pant k andar apne lund pe rakhkar zor zor se masal rahe the.Thodi der baad unka jab pani. . well, actually he was probably a dirty young man too, but in any case, he left me a lot of very interesting fetish gear including...” She pointed to something covered with a tarp in the corner. “... a Hucow milking station.”She patted Nicole on the ass and said, “You just hang around there while I get things set up.”While Annabelle was moving some things around, Nicole asked timidly, “What’s a Hucow, Mistress Ann?”Annabelle laughed. “When I was a really small girl and came out here on. When the moment came for me to ring her front door bell my feelings were less sanguine. What would she think of a seventeen year old whose mathematical skills had not got past decimals and fractions? When she opened the door confidence was partially restored. She smiled her welcome displaying small white teeth, and then bade me enter. She led me down a corridor from which rooms led off and we entered what seemed to be a cross between office, study and library. There was a beautiful golden oak. .. it was the hardest one yet," she whispered into his shoulder."I didn't feel anything, earlier," he said."You will. If not today, then maybe tomorrow. She moved earlier, Joe. It was the most beautiful thing. Our baby daughter is getting feisty. Soon it will be an everyday occurrence." I can't wait. This is super, Val. I really can't wait for our child to be born."His hands wandered over her stomach and she sucked in her breath when they inched even lower."Huh!" What?" Tickles ... you tickle.