She had quite a dark hairy bush. I loved it. She didn’t resist, but was shuddering, and a little shaky and whispering “Oh my God, Oh my God, oh ye..., Yes, Oh, I’m so wet, Oh yes.”, as I was licking up and down her slit, nuzzling her delicious pussy hair, and sticking my tongue into her, gently licking her clit and drinking up all of her juices that seemed to gush from her and the scent was beyond ample description. You just wanted it to never end. Her dress over my head was creating a lot of. He stared at her for a while, mentally adjusting his evaluation of this wonderful woman's courage. He walked over to another wall. It looked like a wall of soft rubber breasts, each with erect nipples. Each pair of tits was adorned with a different kind of nipple clamp, squeezing device, or tit press. They all looked painful, but some look just plain vicious. About half of the sets of fake boobs had tiny gold rings pierced through the nipples. Those didn't have clamps, but had weights, chains. “Very nice but bright.”“I’ve always wanted yellow but your right. Doesn’t really go with my skin tone.” She pushed me back and shut the door.“Hey…….”“Only one person per dressing room,” she called out as she shut the door.Fuck. First word in my mind. I stood there for a couple of minutes, fidgeting. Just when I realized I could peek over the door she opened it back up this time wearing a similar bikini but a bit thinner material and in mint green. She looked stunning. She also read my. "Grace!" he softly intoned as he reached over and gentle nudged his wife's arm. "I'm sorry to have to be the one to have to tell you this, honey, but by the sound of it, our baby wants to be fed. And, I believe she wants to be fee now." "Alright!" an annoyed Grace Miller petulantly complained as she began to get out of bed and wearily struggle into her bathrobe. "I'll attend to her!" "Maybe you ought to reconsider." Greg suggested. Grumpily, Grace grumbled. "Reconsider what?" "The breast.