" She was whispering now, and her breast was inches from my face. It did in fact look swollen, the skin stretched taught over its roundness. A few vei...s showed through her skin as faint blue lines. As I watched, drops of milk began to appear and drip down onto my shirt. "I really need your help, Lyle," she whispered urgently, her teeth clenched."Fuck," I said, and then my mouth was on her tit, my lips sealed around the pink nipple, and I was sucking, pulling a spray of milk into my mouth,. Let’s just say it had something to do with us going to the petting zoo yesterday,” Sammy told Dad.Dad seemed at least temporarily satisfied with that answer. So he offered to order some pizza and to rent a movie from a streaming service. As we watched the movie Sammy and I sat on each side of our Dad and sat close to him. I had my head on his chest and Sammy had her head on his shoulder. Under the blanket, I saw that there was some funny movement right where my Dad’s dick would be. Normally I’d. They both knew that Yoli and I had experimented a little with the swinging lifestyle and were curious about it! Of course, Jerry was very interested! He had mentioned to me previously that he and Erica had thought about playing with others and had actually come close, but things had fallen apart at the last minute and the situation had not presented itself again.So, after we all ate and the evening went on, we continued to have a few drinks in their backyard and enjoyed the cool evening air.. A two-story, four-bedroom house with three bathrooms, two living rooms and two kitchens. It has a large yard big enough to play football in and a swimming pool of almost Olympic proportions. My friends envied me. If they only knew that it was my own private hell. I longed to escape it for years and years. Meet the wolves who raised me, folks. My father Francisco Saint-Marc is a tall, dark-skinned and rather stern-looking Haitian-American man who makes his living as a Massachusetts State Police.