You're still my girlfriend, but I have been fucking some of the rich tourists who come out on the dive boat. It seems to be part of the job descriptio... of a dive instructor. The first day out on the boat this rich American divorcee, she could only have been in her mid-thirties, came on board with her teenage daughter, who looked to be 18. I hope that she was at least 16. They were both dressed in hats, sunglasses, bikinis and bare feet. As soon as the boat pulled away from the dock they took. She sees this and cranks hers up to a slow jog. I match it. I warm up with an easy jog, my breasts and ass bounce with every stride. Hers as well. By now, most people in the room have all but given up on the façade of working out. They are staring at both of us, I cannot have that. I turn mine up, she matches it. Were both sweating now as we are at a slow run. My breasts bouncing, ass jiggling. Her luscious melons heaving with every intake of breathe. Up and down, sweat dripping. I. If it was, did I wanttits, the answer was yes with all my heart but I could not admit it tothis perfect specimen of womanhood. What could I ever hope to be, at besta parody of femininity, an embarrassment to a beautiful woman like her. Ifelt sad and hung my head in despair and she sensed it so she came roundto the front and pushed me gently against the wall. She took my breastsback in hand and kissed me deeply. I was ready to swoon with pleasurewhen she pulled away and said, "I know, the. And I watched, perplexed, as drops of my milk began forming on each nipple, dangling for brief moments, then dropping onto the porch floor below me as new droplets immediately formed to take their places."Oh, Ann, I'm SO sorry." Quiet, dear. Little milk cows aren't nearly this vocal. Now, hold still while I get ready to milk you. I used to milk little cows when I was a girl. I know all about it. You're in good hands."I stifled a giggle at the pun. She was doing something, off to one side, but I.