Tory asked me to lie on my back. She wanted to ride cowgirl style and it gave Morgan a better view. I did as I was told, stretching out with my cock s...icking up in the air. Tory mounted me, stuffing her cunt with my cuckold and sitting down hard. “Fuck, that feels soo good!” she said as I slid into her, stretching her cuntlips wide.As she established a steady rhythm, she leaned over, offering me her tits to suck. First one, then the other, went into my mouth until each nipple hardened under my. This idea seemed liked a good one to him. He said We should try it sometime. I was kind of surprised he offered, but of course I was pretty relieved he didnt say something along the lines of what the hell is wrong with you. (I was pretty sure I was straight then, so I figured he might be like eww, gay, or something!) For the next 2 or 3 months after that we never actually got together, but we continued to talk about it. Sometime during the summer of that very same year, we really wanted to get. Her vest was also clinging now to her boobies and every stroke of her to take milk was making the boobies even more prominent. I was getting hard watching all this when my mother filled the tumbler and got up as I told that at home she wore used and sometimes even a little torn suit. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the suit thinning itself to a point that her boobies were making perfect shape and even some milk dripped from the corners. She was so wet that I could even see her almost. I can imagine, if this letter ever gets published to the diaspora at large that there will be some concubines out there who can't imagine how anyone could grieve for their sponsor. And I'm sure there'll be others who think that I've glossed over the amount of emotional turmoil that a concubine experiences when they find that their sponsor has been killed in battle.All I can say in the end is that I have been careful to respect the grief that I've observed. You can think what you want but so far.