Soon I’m going to be a milk cow and these are my udders. Little Charlie will be sucking on them night and day.” Right then is when he gently rubbe... the palm of his hand across both my majorly prominent nipples. An electric tingle ran through me. They had always been my “on” buttons—a fact he knew only too well.He saw the look on my face, the look of pleasure, as his hand went under my shirt and started to lift it. “I see that look. Not only are you as curious as me, you're reveling in the. The steak pie was wonderful, and for pudding I got my favourite, Treacle sponge and cream. Afterwards, we had a sombre drive back to their house. I didn’t want to say goodbye to Cal for two whole months, and I knew that communicating would be difficult with me being in LA and her being in Munich, seven thousand miles and nine hours in time apart.“Come on in, David,” Aunt Pat said, “I want to talk to you both.”As we entered the living room, I was surprised to see my sports bag on the. I was panting hotly into his mouth by now. Raj suddenly pushed me away and took his hand from under my skirt. I sat back relieved, but it was not for long. I watched in a daze, my mouth hanging open as, Raj silently reached up and began undoing the buttons of my top. As he undid the buttons of my top, the inner slopes of my big, firm breasts came into view. He paused and trailed one finger along the slope of my right tit. I shivered from the feel of Raj’s rough hand against the velvety smooth. " He let the implications ride.I swallowed and nodded. "Ok... let's go... let's do it"I was quickly driven in through the gates... through into the lion's den... followed by the rest of the pack. As the riders cut each of the bikes... there was a stillness and I watched as the two large gates clanked shut and the heavy bolts thrust in place... this was it... I couldn't turn back... tonight's menu was LisaI took off the helmet Gus had loaned me."Ok... let me show you around the place... our.