His hand just idled over her 'A' cup boob."You okay, mom?" Ricky asked.Helen replied a nervous, "Yes," because her initial comfort was beginning to sh...ft. The lack of intimacy with her husband was starting to take over her body. She wondered if Ricky's hand could feel her stiffened nipple. Or if he could tell her heart was beating faster and her breaths shorter. Ricky couldn't know the butterflies in Helen's stomach and the wetness growing in her vagina."I have to go," Helen said hurriedly.. What is he going to do?Suddenly he takes one of them in his mouth and starts to suck it like a baby? Why is doing this doesn't he know that there is no milk in my bubbies.Stop him now, before it is too late, advises her mind. I have never felt such wonderful sensation before. Please, let him continue for some more time pleads her body. She closes her eyes to enjoy this new sensation.What is happening? My thighs have become wet, but why? How? Her mind seeks an answer.He has not touched them.. I too felt sad to see her crying. I still don’t know what made me do that. I wiped off her tears.I adjusting and sat close to her. I put my left arm around her shoulder and tried to bring her close she still was crying. I took her saree and wiped her tears. Then I put it down. I tried to bring my right arm around the other way. But accidently I touched her boobs. I looked down and saw I put the saree down after wiping off her tears.Something inside didnt made me to take my hand back. I just put. He shuffled nervously on his feet, at first I was beginning to think that this was one young man that was immune to my potent pheromones; either that or he was gay. Then I saw it, his pupils dilated and his breathing became shallow and rapid. I pushed forward even more, pressing my crotch against his. "Hold me officer, hold me tight."I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me. His arms circled my waist and I heard his police cap drop to the floor as his hands ran over my back. I could.