The narrow point of the top allows for easy entrance. I can feel my fleshy curtains part and accept my oval bedpost with ease since it always got so w...t. I loved the feeling of how my labia stretched to slip over it to accommodate its fullness. I especially loved how my lips folded over the indentation in the wood once the oval shape had filled me. My labia became an elastic band that spread to accommodate a foreign object and then closed over it, enclosing the mass inside. The feeling of my. . woman’s milk...” lifting her hand upwards to point in the general direction of her huge mammaries dangling heavily inside the confines of that coarse choli.My cock twitched involuntarily inside my towel at this gesture of hers, but I maintained a straight face, and just grunted “Hmm...” I was enjoying making this woman squirm and she was now beginning to lose some of her self assuredness.Clearing her throat, she said to me hesitantly “Saheb, I don’t have ... I mean ... there is no milk in my. "Just some spicy summer sausage," Kris responded grinning a bit too broadly for my comfort."Oh? I didn't think I got any of the spicy sausage," mom responded back. She didn't much care for sausage, though dad certainly did, and he immediately let Kris know to cut him off a piece. I sat in disbelief as she only then placed it on the board, her sweat pants still down around her knees as she sliced off one end, only then tearing away the outer covering from around it. As mom looked forward again. “Oh yeah,” Jim responded, placing his hands behind his head. I was wet as I could be. I was also very nervous. I slipped my knee on to the couch between his legs, pressing it against his crotch, as I stepped over his left leg and placed my other knee beside him. I leaned forward, my hands coming to rest on the back of the couch as I leaned in close to him. His eyes widened as he looked up at me. “This is up close and personal,” I said, rotating my hips to the soft sounds of the jazz blaring out.