“You should flash a bit of leg Caroline; it’s quite exhilarating seeing how men stare, their tongues hanging out, talk about Pavlov’s dogs. They...are just so easily amused”.Emma continued, “Is that another new outfit, I don’t think I’ve seen you wear it before”?“Oh this old thing, I picked it up at Dior in London a few weeks ago, I’m not really that happy with it, I think it’s a bit too revealing for me”.Emma studied Caroline’s outfit. She was wearing a black jersey suit trimmed in artificial. It's my duty and besides who is there to look after you other than me?" I said.She smiled. "I'm sure that no man would look after me like you do Kamal."By that moment, I was so turned on by my topless mother sitting in front of me. My cock was making a tent on my shorts and it was like most of my thinking was doing by it. Suddenly, a wicked idea came to my mind. So I asked, "Amma, may I suck your breasts please? We always do it at night. But just let me do it now." I was looking at her. I repeated the same movement on her, taking a finger tip and caressing down her neck, and she shivered as well, and we just enjoyed the warmth of lying next to each other, no kissing, no sex, just touching tenderly like lovers would. Slowly, tenderly, learning what we didn’t have a chance to learn the first time around, and remembering and recognizing features we enjoyed. Feeling her soft skin under my finger tips had a way to make the rest of the world go away, and feeling her soft hands. . . as a huge blast of seminal outburst hit the wall of her womb. She murmured in ecstasy, while his warm seeds flowed ahead along her fallopian tube unto her receptive uterus. . .After this ejaculation, Rathin collapsed on her bosom and she hugged him tight. After a minute of rest or relax, Rathin again mouthed on one her pert and milk-abounded breast, and now that breast of hers again produced milk for him, and he resumed sucking up her both breasts, by turns, somewhat wildly now. The supply.