“And what pray is that?” Annie asked.“Thee ent no virgin is thee, we can have some fun now,” Vicky suggested.“Fun?” Annie asked incredulou...ly“Wi me fist, fist fucking, its what all the married ladies does mistress,” Vicki eplained, “ I’ll fist thee if thee’s amenable, long as thee does I of course.”“Don’t be so impertinent, fetch my bath.” Annie ordered.She waited for Vicki and Beth the downstairs maid to bring her hip bath and several earthenware jars ful of hot water from the copper. “You’re all I’ve thought about since you left,” Jen blurted out; showering my face with tiny kisses.It was a welcome thought and I wanted her more than ever.I slipped off the counter and while holding Jen’s wrist tight, led her to the bedroom.Within seconds, we were both naked and kissing more passionately than ever before. My fingers had found Jen’s breasts and nipples but were urgently travelling South on their way to a crevice that I knew would be swamped in pussy juice.I started licking. I wanted to show off my body and i wanted boobs like my ma. Big, beautiful, fair, bouncy, soft and with nipples like little chocolate coins that every guy would want to eat. Now i can only thank god i have boobs exactly like that.Every morning i wake up and look at my boobs and wish i was a guy just so i could eat my boobs, bite these cute nipples. Even as i am writing this, i am rubbing my boobs through my top. (Should i take it off?) the site of my ma, with her saree at her waist, her boobs. I was obviously of little matter to him, and he’d just continue to watch me squirm and have money issues, for his own sick satisfaction. Deep down though, I couldn’t deny that it had stung.I was out on the balcony, watering my potted plants when I heard the door slam, followed by Erika calling out my name. “I’m out here,” I yelled back, as I was bent over my Sweet William plant.“Hey,” she said. She then asked with a bit of a smirk, “Have you taken up smoking again?”I sighed. “No, I haven’t, not.