Cupping the right breast so that the swollen nipple extended upward, Anthony flicked at it with a finger. A sudden jerking movement, just out of sight... and the cold metal clamp crushed the perky teat. She screeched so hard that the duct tape was almost torn off, yet it remained agonisingly in place. A raft of painful shockwaves pulsed throughout her body, nerve ends on fire. She had never witnessed such ferocious pain in all sixteen years on God's green earth, a pain that threatened never to. Sure enough, it was really dark (not black,) brown.I looked at her pussy and was a little nervous. I was no expert by any means, only having had sex a handful of times. I didn't want to disappoint her for her first time. I reached up and massaged her breasts while I moved my mouth closer to her pussy lips. When I was almost close enough to touch it, she laughed. "Your breath tickles," she said, in between soft sighs and moans as I massaged her breasts. I chuckled a bit myself, I had never. I do recall those. I envisioned them as they dangled in front of my eyes. I envisioned them as if they dangled down into my mouth and face while I was sucking them passionately and wildly while we did a bunch of unmentionable things. She also leaned in. She also kissed my cheek. I felt good. I felt really, really good. I sat alone, after I parked the truck, and realized I hadn’t spoken to my lovely wonderful wife. I had to clear my head. Oh fuck, I told myself. Ohhhhhhh holy fuck I thought. I. Sherry was talking almost as if I was not there and I thought about heading out the door while she was looking the other way. “You like them don’t you?” she asked turning to face me. She had unbuttoned her shirt and pulled down the flaps of what I realized was a nursing bra. Madonna may have had snow-cones for bra cups, but Sherry did not need anything to make hers point. They were both directed straight at me and as I searched for the right words, I watched in amazement as a single drop of.