He discovered as she fellated him that her breasts sagged slightly, but not much as they weren’t overly large. He estimated them as 34’s, perhaps ... B-cup. Taking them in his hands as she drew his full length down her throat, her gave them a not too gentle squeeze, and heard her moan appreciatively. Marty’s hands gradually explored her body cavities and he was pleased to find Val had a neatly trimmed, but rather full bush of dark hair that glistened in several places. He smiled on realizing it. I sucked in a deep breath and then relaxed."Thanks for the help, Mistress," I beamed.Angela shuddered, her hips shifting. "Hurry up with the rest of your ritual."I nodded my head. "Saphique, anoint my breast milk with your blessed touch. Let it drive away curses."My breast milk filled my tits. I shuddered as they were warmed by my Goddess's touch. My nipple beaded. "Milk me, Angela," I gasped as I brought the ampoule, half-full of my pussy juices, up to my nipple. "Please." Slut," purred. Such trains of thought might have carried on indefinitely had he not spotted Kath and Stan proudly bounding along the sand. Their individual excitement plummeting upon noticing each other.None of them had really considered that the other night enjoy nudism, never mind stripped off and headed to the beach, but here they were. Earl stiff as a rock from watching a geriatric blow job, Kath with her sagging tits (which she happily considered the trophies of breastfeeding five) and Stan with his meat. Next morning when dad was reading news paper, I kissed him and told gd morning and sit on his lap. But my aim is to touch his long rod. Luckily dad was not wearing an underwear and I could my buttocks could get the touch of his penis. I started moving slowly to have rubbing to my butts. Dad’s rod became stiff. I could feel it. He hugged me from behind. Slowly I have kept muy hand directluy on dad’d rod. I asked dad , wat is it very hard in your lungi. He told it is for pissing. I asked him to.