At first I couldn’t read the expression on her face, but then her eyelids fluttered and her jaw tensed with her mouth open. Xxnx She chuckled lightly at me. Reaching down to the front of her skirt, she lifted the hem up to her stomach, revealing a soft triangular muff of beautiful, coppery-red pubic hair. “You look glum,” Kimberly said. “Yum,” she said, grinning, milk still on her lips. “I mean the tittie-milk thing was what hooked you, wasn’t it?”
“Well, I guess so, yeah.”
Still holding her breast in her hand, she looked down at the nipple, then started fondling it with one finger. The rest of our evening’s visit was an agony of lust for me; of lust and trying not to lust, of trying to remember my marital vows, of wanting to punch Gary in the nose for not recognizing the fact that motherhood
