Perhaps the fog was lifting, or perhaps her memory was filling in the gaps her senses could not perceive. She stood in silence as she did every mornin..., hearing and seeing nothing more than the day before. Her shoulders sloped inward as she turned back towards home, the fog finally revealing the world around her. It was then she saw the shadow emerging over the water in the rising mists. It was him. It had to be. Her breath shallowed, and her eyes strained. The shadow of him continued to grow. I continued my massage, and she kept her hand wrapped around my member, gently rotating her grasp, giving me a slow motion handjob through the fabric. Neither of us acknowledged it, but I was so close to cumming just from her touch, I wasn't focusing on the massage very much.After a long, wonderfully agonizing while, I asked her, "Would you like to turn over?" Definitely," she said, and after giving a last, firm, squeeze, she released my cock and started to turn over. I reached for the towel to. My friend thought I was disgusting that I would fuck his mother. He told me to fuck off. I never saw her again, but I do dream about her full and firm tits. I dream of breastfeeding on her tits.I watch porn all the time about lactation. I don’t talk about it with friends, because I think they might find me a bit freakish. I’m desperate to drink breast milk again and trying to think of a way to be around lactating women. It’s not like there is a specific place to meet these kinds of ladies. Or. My mate nearly fell of his chair and his girlfriend gasped. I reached up to hold one and the girl friend offered the other one to the Pilipino who stood up and started to play with the tits and sucking on its nipple. With her head buried in the cleavage of those tits, my mate took is cock out and started to wank, not to miss out I did the same. The girls started to rub their cunts through their clothes and undress. The Pilipino arse was tight and my girlfriend fingered her gash while the.