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 Josh's Place

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   It started Saturday morning when my coffee needed cream.

   I was staying over the weekend at Josh's house for the weekend.

   Going back into the kitchen I asked Mrs.  Gordon the housekeeper who was
washing up a few dishes if there was any cream.

   She turned to me smiling and said "not just yet".

   Being a bit confused I sat down at the kitchen table with my coffee cup.

   Mrs.  Gordon was about 35, curly blonde hair down to her shoulders and
buxom, bumps and curves in all of the right places.  Speaking of bumps, she
had a killer ass and a large bosom that defied gravity.

   Wearing an apron tied at the waist, she was dressed in slacks, high
heels, and a white blouse which was slightly open at the top.

   Unbuttoning her blouse to the waist, I noticed the top of her cleavage
and the hint of an aureole at the top edge of the white bra.

   She reached in with both hands and fished out her left breast.

   A beauty if I ever saw one.

   "To get cream for your coffee you'll have to suck it" she said as she
bent down so that her puffy nipple was near my watering mouth.

   Being a gentleman and not wanting to stand up I licked the fleshy
protuberance lightly.

   She placed her hand behind my head pulling me closer.

   "To get results you'll have be a bit more enthusiastic" she giggled.

   I went for it slavering all over that beautiful tanned boob.

   Mrs.  Gordon's breathing was erratic as she pressed the back of my head
a bit tighter.

   I tasted her milk, she was lactating.

   "cream's ready" she announced a bit breathlessly as she backed away.

   My face was moist and hot from rubbing on her damp breast.

   She bent over my coffee cup and squirted a shot of breast milk into my
coffee.

   "Enough?" she smiled again.

   I could only nod.

   Mrs.  Gordon re-arranged herself and headed back to the sink, looking
back at me.

   Just in time, Josh's mom Helene headed into the kitchen wearing a long
terry cloth robe, her dark hair was wrapped in a towel.

   "Morning Roger, Mrs.  Gordon will take care of you for breakfast".
   I looked over at Mrs.  Gordon she was laughing to herself.