Or, those were the words she spoke. Everything in her voice and manner said, “Want to take me to bed?” I never bothered to clarify. I grabbed a ...ottle of champagne from behind the bar, walked out with her on my arm to my rental car, and drove straight to my motel. I poured us each a glass of bubbly in the sad plastic courtesy glasses provided by the motel. Lisa sat on the TV stand/dresser. Her long lovely legs were on display as they pierced the slit of the gown. The three-inch heels of. Slowly I removed each stocking, the feel of her clammy skin giving me a huge hard on. "Take off my blouse, slowly" she now instructed. I meticulously undid each button on her pink flowered blouse, the smell of perfume overpowering. Her size 34 D breasts now summoned my attention. She again whispered nervously "my bra, get rid of it!" She was breathing much more heavily now. Clearly she was enjoying the moment. I unsnapped the red bra and fondled her breasts, softly and delicately. "Hurry,. Bob whispered, "The milk is flowing. It's collecting, waiting for the baby to nurse. Your breasts ache with the pressure. They're full of milk and longing for the baby's mouth to relieve them."I moaned loudly and came hard. I'd swear my nipples got twice as large as they'd ever been. He said, "Your nipples wait for the mouth and the wet suction. They ache with the desire to be sucked and to let the milk flow. Feel the baby's hands milking your aching breasts; feel the hunger and feel your love. He was fondling her breasts and all she could do was hold her breath. He became bolder, his fingers moving up until she felt them touching her nipples, fighting the urges that raced through her young body. No, don’t let them get hard, she cried out silently. She looked down ashamed, her nipples standing out into sharp points, her dress unable to hide the arousal that he was inducing in her body. She felt her undergarments dampen in her desires. “Mmmm,” she tried to quench her moans as his.