I opened my eyes and saw her fingers grab onto the left strap of her dress, pulling it over her smooth shoulder, down her arm, unveiling the top half ...f her left breast...I was amazed and delightfully in shock and then she placed a finger on my lips as if to shush me. "Relax honey. I took some medication that makes me lactate. I have thought about it so much after reading your stories, it's the most natural thing in the world," she soothed, smiling at me as if I were a child again."Why are you. " You mean like a motel? Don't forget that Pete's married, too. How would Terry feel if she was going through their bank accounts and started seeing local motel bills she didn't know anything about?" Oh, I guess I wasn't thinking very clearly."I grinned at her. "Sex does that, you know."She blushed."OK," I added, "maybe I can think this through more clearly, since, unlike you, I don't have the hots for Pete."She blushed again."Here's what I think," I went on. "If a married person tries to carry. After some time i heard sounds of mom sobbing so i went to console mom but when i reached near her room i found that the door was closed. It was a peculiar situation as mom never keeps her door closed not even while changing her dresses.Then i peeped through the key hole and to my surprise Raj uncle was sitting close next to her on her bed and mom’s eyes were wet and swollen due to continuous crying taking the previous day incident into consideration. I was silently looking through the keyhole. Cindy assumed it was Tom but she knew whoever it was, she would let them fuck her in any hole that wanted. Cindy just wanted one thing from the exchange and that was to cum her brains out or be left alone. Tom didn’t care about her cumming but he did like it when her pussy put a Vic grip and suck his cock dry of its essence. That wasn’t quite right. Tom did care when she came. Just in a cruel perverse way. It was just that once was never enough. Twice was not enough. The last time Cindy came.