تسجيل الدخولBRIDGET'S POVHis eyes dropped between my thighs. "I can see it from here."I looked down.My nightgown was clinging.He reached out. His fingers finding the hem and pushing it up my thighs. And I grabbed his wrist and held it there and we were both very still."Charles will be home soon," I said."In an hour." He held my gaze. "I know his schedule.""Ted…""One hour is enough time." His fingers moved higher and found my inner thigh and I felt my willpower doing what it had been doing every time he got within touching distance of me, which was quietly putting its coat on and leaving.His fingers reached my pussy."Oh…" The sound came out small and helpless.He pushed two fingers through my folds and I fell back against the pillows and my hand went immediately to my breast and squeezed. Milk beading at the nipple. And the two sensations connecting in my body like a circuit completing."Fuck," he breathed. "You're soaking.""I am," I said. My voice was gone.He worked his fingers slowl
BRIDGET'S POVFast-forward a couple days later… Charles and I had grown distant since that morning in the kitchen.Maybe it was something I said. Maybe something I didn't... I wasn't too sure.He'd come home. We'd have dinner. He'd ask about the baby. I’d ask about work.We'd sleep on opposite sides of the bed and he never made the slightest move to touch my breasts… and I did not ask him to.Then we'd repeat it all the next day.Thankfully, it hadn’t been as hard as it should have been.Because Ted had been, you know… taking care of that.Oh yeah!Any moment we found ourselves alone in the house he pounced on me. His mouth finding my breasts with the enthusiasm of someone who had discovered a private spot he intended to revisit as many times as possible. He would find me in the kitchen. In the hallway once Charles left for work. Against the wall outside the bedroom while my baby slept.Nursing from me like it was a need he had been carrying around his whole life.And I let him ever
BRIDGET'S POVOf course he said yes.So I took him by the hand and walked him to the living room.He followed like the horny mess he was. His robe still hanging open. Cock swinging heavy and thick between his legs. His eyes on my breasts the entire way down the hall like he was afraid they might disappear if he looked away.I pushed him gently onto the couch.And he sat. Looked up at me. His chest was actually rising and falling faster than normal and his hands were shaking slightly when he reached for me… why wouldn't they?He was just nineteen and already physically living his wet dreams. And somehow that made the ache between my legs worse not better.Then I kneeled in front of him."Have you done this before?" I asked.He shook his head… honest at least."Then let me show you." I took both his hands and placed them on my breasts. His palms were warm and he gripped instinctively, squeezing. And I inhaled sharply because the pressure after weeks of nobody touching them was almost t
BRIDGET'S POVCharles hadn’t touched my breasts in six weeks.Six weeks of waking up engorged and aching.Six weeks of having to handle it myself in the shower while he got ready for work like nothing in our bedroom had changed. Like I had not just delivered an entire human being and was now producing milk like a dairy farm and needed attention in a way that was making me slowly lose my mind.I brought it up at breakfast… I just had to."You haven't touched me," I said. Trying my best to stick to facts not accusations.He looked up from his phone. "What… I touch you.""Yes, you squeeze my shoulders. You kiss my forehead. But I'm talking about touching me, Charles. My breasts especially. You used to be obsessed with them and now you won't go near them!"He put his phone down and I knew he was about to choose his next words carefully."You're breastfeeding, Bridge. There's milk involved and it feels weird to me. It's not the same right now."Not the same??My breasts had gone from a C
ASHLEY'S POV"Faster," she whispered into my ear. "Faster, Ashley… come on!""I'm trying," I breathed, "my knees keep…""Mine too… don't stop."We were barely standing at this point. Both of us held the other upright. The only thing keeping us vertical being the fact that we were holding onto each other.Our bodies locked together and the dildo connected us from the inside while our breasts pressed and our clits kept slamming each other on every forward thrust.I was going to come.And I was going to come hard!"Steph…" I gripped her tighter. "I'm going to…""I know," she breathed. "Me too. Don't you dare stop moving!""I'm not stopping. Oh gosh, oh gosh…""Fuck," she whispered into my hair. "Fuck! Your clit right there, right there…"Then I came.My whole body seized against hers. Arms locking around her back. Face buried in her shoulder as the orgasm crashed through me in shockwaves that nearly shut down my entire nervous system. My pussy clenched around the dildo and my clit gro
ASHLEY'S POV "Are you guys okay?" Mum's voice came again through the door like a bucket of ice water. Stephanie moved faster than I had ever seen her move in our entire decade of friendship. The dildo disappeared under my pillow. She yanked the duvet up over both of us. And her bra was back on in barely a second… I had no idea how. "Just studying, Mrs. Grant!" Stephanie called out. Her voice was completely steady. Clear. Defs not the voice of a girl whose hand had been inside her best friend's pussy fifteen seconds ago. I just froze there. Honestly still shaken from the orgasms. "Okay darling. Do you girls want some tea?" "We're good thank you!" Then footsteps… retreating down the stairs. And we both sat there in silence till there was no sound of Mum. Then I turned to look at Stephanie. "You had that with you?" I asked. "While you were downstairs? While you were saying hello to my mum? While you were carrying your textbooks up my stairs?" "Yeah?" she a







