I mentioned it to my husband while he was eating his breakfast and he said, “Am I not paying enough attention to you dear?”I took a sip of milk so...that it left a milk mustache, then smiled at him. He almost snorted his coffee.But I wasn’t laughing the first time I saw the milkman step down from his immaculately hand rubbed 1955 Divco truck. His shirt and slacks and hat matched its powder blue paint job and his beard and the tattoos on his hard forearms matched its dark red pinstriping. I would. "Thank you, I promise I'll make it up to you." She said, nearly sobbing. I smiled grimly to myself, then whispered into her ear, "You do not deserve a guy like me. Now get the fuck out of my life." I pinched her ass hard, took a long look at her shocked face, and walked away. I walked home without showing any expression; no anger, no jealousy, no depression. I walked in the door, called out "Ash, I'm home!" She poked her head out over the uptairs balcony, said hi, then went back in her room. I. Spurts of her jizz shot out, splashing against her stomach and onto the floor below. Just behind her, Rita started to cum. Her cock went off like a cannon, visibly pumping as it launched its’ cargo deep into Evelyn. The redhead had to hold back as she came. She wanted to scream, to smack Evelyn’s ass as she claimed it for her own. Yet, she couldn’t any noise and they’d both be caught, and there was no telling what the two in the room outside would do. Several spurts later and they were done.. "Youdon't plop down like that on a chair. You need to straighten your skirtout before sitting down and don't dump your ass like a bag of potatoes,but sit down like you're going to sit on eggs."She made us get up again and do it like she said we should. I grumbledunder my breath, "What's the use, I hope not to be a girl for muchlonger. Why would I need to know how a girl sits down?"Mom looked at me, like she had heard me mutter. She didn't say anythingthough. Instead she pushed the plate with.