She called me to help her hang the clothes upstairs. Just then her son started crying and she said it was his nap time. She sat on a chair opposite to...me in the kitchen area and started breastfeeding.I wished to lie down on her and suck on them. But as the good image I had, I stopped looking that side and went upstairs to hang out the clothes. She said she’d join after feeding him. I began to hang the clothes when her panties and bras caught my attention.I smelled them and the bra cups had this. Neither stud is even close to orgasm, but they’re hitting just the right spot on their respective partners; Christine lets out a loud, piercing moan as an orgasm rocks her body, while Tracey wails in ecstasy as two orgasms plow into her, one after another. “Oh my god! You’re such a stud!” Tracey gasps, looking up at grunting, sweat soaked J.J. as he systematically pummels her pussy with his piston like hip thrusts. “This one’s a stud, too, Tray!” Christine exclaims breathlessly, her hands. He also lived about 20 miles away. It was a bit far, but at this time of night, I'm not going to run into much traffic. Once he sent me his address, I made my way towards him. Letting him know my eta was about 30 minutes, he promptly replied No worries, I should be getting home just a few minutes before you. Took a little while to find some street parking, but once I did, I made my way towards his place. It was a pretty run down brick apartment complex right in the middle of the city. Walking. Zig has been the spur, all that bisexuality stuff. It’s the future, I’m sure of it.” “Really?” “Oh yes, trust me, mate.” “Yes, I do, Rick. And what about this stuff, the spankers as you call them?” “Ah yes, the spanking mags. Our best sellers, they are. The English are just mad about the stuff, especially the caning mags. It’s lost on most of the tourists, of course.” “I had the cane at school. I can’t see the attraction. It bloody hurt, and wasn’t sexy at all.” “Ah. Pleasure from pain. Yes,.