His wife’s question bordered on the solicitous, “Oh, do you want me to fix something for you? You’ve been batching it for a week and I just assu...ed you were comfortable fixing your own stuff.”He asked about her trip (boring). Her work (difficult, but manageable). Boss (a terror and a tyrant).Her husband responded, “Aren’t you going to ask about my days, my work, my nights?”Carolyn’s half-hearted reply was, “Okay. How were your nights alone? I made us lots of money.”Despite it being a Saturday. So for the last couple of months, I was observing that my mothers nighty was always till her knees and her legs and mine were inside each other. Maybe she felt colder than me so she used to sleep very close to me in winter. One night when I woke up in the middle, I found, this time, the nighty had come till her thighs. Then I got afraid and went to sleep. My mother has a very shallow sleep. She wakes up even by small noises. So one day when we were sleeping, I woke up and felt that her legs are. This meant Sissy still had to attend at the milking stallin the basement several times a day where she regularlyproduced up to three or four litres daily.Sissy felt that she really had turned into a human udder.Already she had noticed how she settled inexplicably into abovine stupor every time she entered the stall for milking.The delightful, erotic, rhythmic sucking of the pump andthe ticklish squirt of the abundant milk out of her nipplesand down the tubes seemed to send her into a. She said no way would she do it with someone she knew and certainly not him. "No problem" I saidA couple of hours later we were getting ready to go into town and Cherry was saying her goodbyes to old friends. I spotted Greg again and went to say goodbye. I had been thinking about his cock for two hours and what it would be like to see it fuck Cherry. I couldn't help myself so I asked him if he would like to get some payback on Cherry. He asked me how that would work so I said "What if you could.