Before she realized it, both his hands possessed both her boobs and fondled them.Smita realized that she loved her brother's fondling much better than...her husband's. May be because his hands were younger, eager, stronger and more caring! Or was it because they are new and different? All humans yearn for things new and different, after sometime, at least for a change! Smita felt her breasts leaking a little milk as his fingers caressed and pinched them. She felt a strong urge to have them sucked. Alyce is mere steps behind her. “I have an appointment tonight but I did not want to miss meeting you in person.”Lacey tires not to stare, but Alyce’s mother is gorgeous, and yet very familiar to her. It is clearly easy to see where the teen gets her beauty from. She holds out her hand, “I’m Lacey, a pleasure to meet you.”“Nosilla,” the mother says as she shakes the hand warmly. “Alyce said she met you today and you asked about babysitting.”“Yes, but my daughter is at a friend’s right now,”. ’ He moved to keep the door for the lift open for her. ‘Why thanks, very kind of you!’, and both of them giggled again. The ride in the lift went on for what seemed forever, and she realised that they were still holding hands as he moved again to open the door. She replied with a big smile and a simple, ‘Thank you. The next door is mine. Oh and my place is not very big, but at least we can get you out the rain and dried up. What do you think?’ she offered him with a smile. ‘Thank you so. Thats when i asked him like what he said like her giving him head and then fucking her. I noticed he was even harder then befor, and i asked him if he was hard for me or the idea of me looking like my mom. He answered quick mostly your mom but its still you. Buy this time he was rubbing his crotch and i said damn that thing lookes like its going to rip through your pants. he laught and said it feals like it to and it wont go away. I half joking said i bet mommy could make it go away he said.