The only reason she ever worked as a counselor was that it gave a chance to suck and fuck with lads just about Walters age. Margaret was thirty-six no..., and looked at least four years younger. She was petite with dark brown hair had a girlish body highlighted by extremely large, very suckable tits. Margaret had married when she was very young. Her husband had divorced her three years ago and when her sister died her teenaged nephew Henry move in. Margaret lived off of his alimony checks and. "I'm so proud of you," she said. "You're going to be the most amazing milker!" She put her hand on Emily's shoulder. "How are you feeling?" she asked."Kinda tired," Emily said. "And my belly's a little sore. I've never really had anything up me before, except, uh ... Adam." Emily blushed and both girls giggled.Emily sat down, unsnapped her shorts, and rubbed her stomach. She tried to look at herself, but the view was obstructed by her jiggling breast."Damn tits," Emily said. "I guess they. Very often I'll let my mind and hands take over. I touch him with one hand (which doesn't rouse him in the least) while I get myself off with the other while thinking of my latest naughty fantasy (which I've now begun turning into stories). Anyway...I couldn't resist the urge to touch myself while my son's stuff was dripping out of me. The thought turned me on nearly as much as fucking him in the first place. I snuggled right up to Hubby and caressed him with my left hand as usual. Also as. It’s not like the deer and squirrels use toilets.”I moved one foot to the side and relaxed. I started to pee, and heard it splash onto the grass between my feet. For some reason, it seemed terribly funny! It was as if the two of us were having a piss together at a ballpark urinal. I loved the feeling it gave me, like I could do anything I wanted. So I walked over to Max, the water still flowing from my pussy. It splashed on my inner thighs and feet as I walked and I didn’t care. I impishly.