The shy girl had no choice but to serve me.With trembling hands, she held my left breast and guided it closer to the baby’s mouth. Was it her gentle...touch or gentle squeeze or my excitement, but I oozed a few drops of milk on her hands and eventually into the baby’s mouth. She said, “ahh, didi nikal pada” (oh, sister, it came out). I said, “chaat le, nahin to waste hoga” (lick it or it will go waste). She said “kya didi, do boond hi toh hai” (what sister, it’s just two drops).We both giggled on. Oh fuck, okay. Yes, you can." She really wanted to understand the girl’s motives.Jen swung her body around and over the woman, so her knees were next to Helen’s breasts, her bum coming to rest on the older woman’s tummy. "This is going to hurt a little. Whatever you do, don’t move and don’t speak, and keep looking into my eyes."The almost giddy smile on the girl’s lips stirred something inside Helen, and her heartbeat grew faster. Then she saw, in her peripheral vision, two pairs of fingers. I would occasionally stop to bend down and kiss her beautiful back, lick her neck may be a small bite of passion here and there. At this point, our hot bodies moved in rhythm and unison.My only thought was to satisfy my sex goddess, I gripped her hips tightly and increased my pace. With all the vibration, her hair loosened from the bun and fell on one side like cascading water. It was a lovely sight! With every thrust, she moaned, and we both approached another sweet orgasm. We climaxed. "No, no, no, you can't take it back." He got up from the piano bench, grinned at her, and walked out of the room.Kristin didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or scream.After they had eaten, they ended up in the family room. Peg and Jim were outside, so Kristin and Tom were the only ones there, each buried in a book. Kristin kept shooting looks at him-and he noticed, but didn't say anything.Finally, Kristin closed her book, looked at Tom, and said hesitantly, "Did you really ask me out?"Tom closed.