That tiny taste is surprising but spectacular. The slight taste of Martha’s milk, which is still on his tongue, is delicious. He smiles, thinking h...w lucky his child will be to suckle at his mother’s tits.He hugs Martha to him, her head on his shoulder. Matt softly and slowly fingers her clit. Allowing Martha to build to the ultimate climax gradually, in a gentle way. Not disturbing their awaiting child. Letting her release the inner tensions of the last several months.After Martha’s gasp,. The weight and length of them was incredible. Total whore eyelashes andthe constant weight of them reminding me I looked like a total cunt. Butthere were not through. The other pair was glued to my lower lashes andthen everything was blended in with masses of jet black extra lashmascara. I had huge made up eyes. I was like a transvestite fetish slutwhore.My lips were outlined in black, but also way over extended the blackCupid's bow outline was far beyond my normal lipstick. They wereobviously. Marcie shrugged off her blouse, bra and skirt; then she lay back on the couch and held out her arms to enfold Melanie. They cuddled for a few moments, and then Melanie began to explore with her mouth and hands the near naked body of her boss."What a perfect body," she thought. Her eyes feasted on her lovely features: her long flowing brunette hear was fanned beneath her head, her languorous eyes, lovely face, long neck and torso were perfectly complemented by the loveliest set of breasts. ” I whispered. And you should probably wear saree.”With that I release her and turn back to grab my plate. As soon as your father is asleep.” She said back like ice. You are going to get the ride of your life little boy.”I couldn’t get to sleep that night for nothing. I kept checking my clock every five minutes or so for the whole two hours that i was lying there beforeI finally heard the familiar creek of my bedroom door opening. I thought you’d never get here.” I said while sitting up. She.