Her silhouette in front of the sun had looked black. But she was Persian, olive-coloured, with a beautiful translucent shine like barley sugar. Her sk...n glowed, golden, her bare breasts were of gorgeous texture, full but firm. As Lacie looked, she felt that weird attraction again. Surely, she shouldn't be feeling like this about another woman.To her surprise, she found herself wondering what H'adĭn was going to look like beneath the other ribbons, the ones still clinging to her hips, but which. She reached the edge of the sheet draped over my rear and, disregarding it, continued up underneath it.I had almost managed to get my erection under control when her finger grazed my sack as she worked my inner thighs. Then there was no going back. I shifted as my erection returned, trying to keep from driving a hole through the table.Scarlet took her hands off of me and I heard a ruffling noise from the foot of the bed. “Ok,” she said. “You can turn over to your back.”Damn. There was no hiding. Hers was the only breast milk I have ever tasted, and while it was very sweet,the memory of her nursing me like that is very precious.I continued seeing Mummy Alice every month, and sometimes more often, for almost two years. Then, once again I was ill, and had to have an operation followed by five or six weeks convalescence. When I saw Alice again, and latched on to her enormous heavy and floppy breasts, her milk trickled into my mouth just as it had the first time, but somehow , she didn’t. When Molly had turned and licked Uncle Bob's cum off her hands and gave me that triumphant smile, something had snapped. I had crossed the kitchen in one step and grabbed her by her braid and dragged her over to the kitchen island. I had bent her over the island mashing her tits flat against the top. Her suit had been at her waist so ripping it off had not been a problem. Dropping my trunks, I had been in her in a single thrust. She had whimpered. Old Caleb had been gentle. New Caleb had.