The real nuisance is with me having to express my milk, or I get uncomfortable, but my presence here was essential. For example, you still have a few ...ricks to pick up from me. My own sleekit ways, for a start. Let me ring the old lady tomorrow morning. Tonight I might let you suck some of my breast milk as a treat, if you are nice and make the tea."Alexander - more usually known by the familiar form of his name, Sye – was intrigued at his wife's statement about sleekit ways. He would wait and. He’d always noticed her tanned skin, and how she never had tan lines. It also impressed him how her areolas were large, but barely a shade darker than the rest of her skin.As he stood there in his mother’s bathroom stroking his rock-hard pole, she was all he could think about. He loved her the way he never loved anyone in the world, but this was exactly why he found himself avoiding her so much of the time.His hand was pounding his cock faster and harder, grinding his mother’s worn panties up. Moving his hips up and down from the bed, he fucked her hand and moaned at the feel of her tongue on the ripples of his head. She could of had him then if he wanted it. But there was no way he wasn't gonna give it to her yet. Sliding his arm between their bodies, he reached her chest and pushed her upwards. Working his fist into her, Haley responded moving with him. The squeeze on his cock and the sweet smile on her face told him she felt it. He looked up at her and trailed a hand up her belly. He had indeed warmed to Jenny. Now that she had shed her shyness and therefore her 'jolly hockey sticks' she had shown herself to be a considerate, friendly, intelligent and amusing girl. Certainly friendly in the light of her remark about wanting him to share her bed last Friday and inviting herself to spend two nights with him this coming weekend. He was mildly concerned by it in fact. Was she an easy lay? More important, was she clean?The girls' network went into action. On Monday Jenny.