Mere dil me humesha mummy ko chodne ka hi plan chalta rehta tha aur me hmesha mummy ko kaam karte hue ghoorta rehta tha kabhi unke boobs dekhna kabhi ...nke hips dekhna bas yahi mera routine tha isse jyada mere kabhi bhi himmat nahi hoti thi ek din ki baat hai hmm sath me so rahe the sardiyo ke din the mere raat me rajai ke andar mmy ke hips pe hath rakh diya aur dheere dheere sehlane laga mjhe laga mmy ko pata chal gaya hai lekhin merei usse gyada kuch karne ki himmat nahi hui aur me bathroom me. She developed a routine. 9:30 nursing, masturbation (pleasuring herself right after nursing helped control the leak factor), 4:30 nursing, masturbation. The only ‘wet’ session was always bedtime – she would put the baby down at 8:00 and then stay up talking to Charles. By the time she went to bed at 10:00 or so, her boobs would be full enough to go all faucet on her when she came. She just learned to have a towel always at th ready. The dreams would not stop. Adam was the object of her. After donning his standard gym shorts and teeshirt, Ned watched Brooke squeeze into stretchy tap pants and then drape her braless torso with a very loose tank-top. She always wore heels but carried along a soft pair of running shoes. Ned held Brooke’s hand as they strolled to the gym room, his peripheral vision loving the bounce her stride gave to her unfettered boobs. Gentleman guests they passed in the hallways also seemed to like it. At the hotel gym, Brooke changed into her running shoes.. But those are other stories and perhaps for another time.After a couple of minutes I heard the bathroom door open and Kim came out of the bedroom, her hair was fixed and her makeup cleaned up. I have to admit, I really liked the “well fucked whore” look she had on a few minutes ago, but she looked great. She had reapplied her eyeliner, added a bit of eye shadow and bright red lipstick. She did not look one bit sixteen years old anymore. I motioned for her to come over to the couch. Nichole.