By the end of the news and sports section, before turning to the business, my mind had begun to wander, reliving moments from yesterday, and this morn...ng’s feel of big, sensual breasts under the silky nightie. They were beautiful breasts, almost the mother clone of my wife’s/her daughter’s – perhaps not so strangely.In turn, Mae’s were a smaller clone of her own mother’s, and my thoughts led to the memories of feeling those big melon-sized smooth breasts some months before….and …doing other. She did so and I then slowly pulled her t-shirt off her body. I then asked her to take my trouser off and she did this. I slowly pulled down her track pant. We hugged and kissed again and I slowly unhooked her bra while kissing her. I slowly took off her bra and threw it on Puja. I bent over to kiss her erect nipples and then slowly pulled down her panty and threw this again on Puja. Lina then bent down and slowly pulled down my underwear. She immediately started kissing my balls and then. "Hold still, yes, that's a good girl." He felt her body surrender allowing him complete access to her breast flesh. He pushed his fingers back and forth over the nipples, feeling the flesh crushed beneath the sharp tacks. "Hurts, doesn't it, Rebecca. I love to make little girls cry." He pushed in again harder, her groans of pain getting louder. He pushed his cock against her ass, feeling the tacks in his shorts pushed against her ass cheeks. He rubbed his cock back and forth, feeling the tacks. ...She was kneeling in front of me, naked. This happens a lot.She was breathless too. Not from thrashing about, I realised – though there had been an agreeable amount of the bouncy stuff prior to this particular moment – but from something more subtle. A tiny gasp, reminded me that some joys are so exquisite to contemplate, that you momentarily forget to breathe. This doesn’t happen as much.She looked up at me, eyes wide, lip slightly bitten. And that was when I saw the look that I will carry.