Yesterday was unbelievable. I did feel guilty about breastfeeding my nephew, but I didn't really feel guilty about breastfeeding Monty. I am obsessed with my breasts and I will let anyone that is willing to look at them, play with them and feel them up! I masturbated three times that night and milked my breasts every regularly.
When I woke this morning, there was a fullness to them I hadn't experienced since breastfeeding my own child years ago. I didn't have time for a milking and decided it was for the best, I could get Monty to empty them when I got to his place.
I rang the bell and went in. I was surprised to find Monty coming to greet me instead of Kim. Not so surprising was the gape in his bathrobe.
"I don't know why he bothers closing it all," I thought to myself.
"She had to leave early so I said I'd watch him until you got here." Monty explained.
As I removed my sandals and went up to get a coffee,I could feel his eyes watching my ass as I ascended the stairs. Monty sat down at the table and began to flip through the pages of his magazine as he sipped his coffee.
I wondered how to open the morning conversation as I stirred my coffee. I wanted to be casual about everything, but my breasts were aching with fullness and wanted attention, and I was horny, which made things worse.
Monty was Monty. His robe didn't leave much to the imagination this morning. As I sat down, he leaned back and stretched his arms out wide, which pulled the robe open even further. His little brown nipples poked through the chest hairs surrounding them and gave them a gentle tweaking in my mind. Following the chest hairs down his torso, I noticed the one eyed giant waking up. I tried to figure out how long it was mentally and figured it was a good seven to eight inches. Monty's manhood was thicker than most men's, my petite hand wouldn't be able to fully wrap around it. The brownish pink shaft was riddled with veins; I wondered how the veins bulged when his fat rod became erect. Right now, it was slowly revealing Monty's somewhat excited state of mind. I reveled at the sight of the big bulbous helmet atop the slightly bent upper rod, it looked like a two big puffy pink mushrooms pushed together. This cock was pleasure perfect.
"Are you mad about yesterday? You haven't said much" Monty asked.
"No, I'm good. I'm a little distracted, that's all" I admitted to him.
"I see. If you don't mind my asking, but what's distracting you?" He ran his hand across his chest and scratched an itch.
"I was wondering what you were doing before I got here, I didn't interrupt anything, did I?" My eyes slowly wandered down his chest to the trimmed patch of hair from which his manhood was erected.
Monty noticed where my gaze had wandered to and shifted slightly in his chair, causing his dick to bob a little.
"Not much, just waiting for you to arrive...and hoping you were going to wear that sexy halter again."
"Oh, well that explains your robe being half open." I chuckled softly.
Monty's hand went between his legs and wrapped it around the shaft. His hand slowly slid up and down the semi-hard tube,