Her cunt lips were already swollen and opening with her erect clit just beginning to poke its head out.I asked if she was still breast feeding Ramona ...nd when she replied that she was although this week end Ramona would be bottle fed, she suddenly blushed when I asked if anyone else was breast feeding as well. All too quickly she nodded and mentioned Paul's name. I prompted further by saying and anyone else...Now a bright shade of red an embarrassed Antoinette admitted that since Ramona was. "I'm not sure I can, uh, should." Awww, c'mon, honey. I really need a man's opinion and you're definitely a man," giving his hand another squeeze. I pleaded, "You're my son -- you'd tell me the truth and besides, who else could I ask, Mr. Turner down the street?"At that we both laughed and the tension seemed to break. Mr. Turner was an old letch that lived on our block -- well known for his proclivity to somehow turn up in a person's back yard whenever a woman was trying to sunbathe.John. The body he worewas cute. Sex-kitten cute. The thought caused a shiver of fright tocourse up his spine. Big boobs - easily two or three sizes bigger thanMeg's B-cups. Firm, perky boobs that jutted proudly forth, fairlyscreaming the femininity of their bearer, even when Gary slouched.Waist that couldn't be more than 22 inches. He looked cute and highlydesirable. Gary shuddered again.As he turned from the bathroom, he heard the lock. Fearing his wife'sirrational state, he scurried to the. I was wrong when,from a distance, I thought it contained only men. Theman in the passenger seat looked at me and smiled. Oh,what the hell, I thought.“Hi” the man said. “What’s a young girl like you doingout here alone in the country?”“I was driving with my friend when my car broke down. Myfriend got a little sick and she is taking a nap behindthat tree,” I said, pointing to the tree where Prachislept peacefully. The man strained his neck towards thetree.