“Look I’ll be honest with you,” she started to explain, “I was led to believe I was being set up with a lesbian friend of Sonja’s but, well ...o be frank you’re not a lesbian in my eyes. You’re just playing at it like its fashionable to be hanging out with a different crowd, I mean you turn up with your tits out and your legs showing up to your ass it’s the boys looking at you not the girls.”MY temper broke and I let her have it with both barrels.“Playing at being a lesbian!” I retorted, “What am. We were very careful not to get caught. One day, her husband came home from a business trip and caught me sucking on her nipples and then the gig was up. Her husband threw me out and told me never to come back. My friend thought I was disgusting that I would fuck his mother. He told me to fuck off. I never saw her again, but I do dream about her full and firm tits. I dream of breastfeeding on her tits.I watch porn all the time about lactation. I don’t talk about it with friends, because I think. Her body seemed to be sucking me inside of her, after the initial invasion, I could feel her softly pushing back and my shaft slowly going in without too much issue, but as each inch entered she would take a moment to adjust to the penetration. After a few minutes of slowly working in, I felt my pelvis meet with her ass. My balls were resting against her wet pussy just below where I was invading her. She held still as I was deep inside of her.She looked back at me, a tear was working down. . I don't know... perhaps I did something wrong..." she stammered, rushing to take his glass from him. "I'll make it over!" she offered."I'll bet you didn't use the Beefeaters," Tim said, his lips suddenly breaking into a smile. "Forget it... might as well go along with what the peasants drink..." he laughed easily, waving her back to her seat.Arlene saw nothing wrong with the taste of the martini, but she was not very accustomed to drinking, and knew that she was no real judge. She had not.