Susan opened the lid to the sight of a very relaxed Mrs Tinson, her face flush from the undoubtedly tense series of multiple orgasms that had squeezed every ounce of stress from her body. Her eyes fluttered open and she stretched her limbs, then lifted herself up. The dildo she'd used slipped from her snatch and splashed back into the jizzcream as she stood.
'I really need to convince my friends to try this,' she said.
'You can tell them it's half price for new customers,' replied Susan.
The woman chuckled. 'I don't think it's the price that bothers them. They think I'm having some sort of crisis since the divorce. Who knows, maybe I am, but I don't fucking care.'
The woman lifted a jizzcream coated tit to her mouth and licked some of the tasty treat off.
'Sounds like you need some new friends.'
Mrs Tinson lifted her other tit and held it out with raised eyebrows and a hopeful look. Susan licked her lips. Over the weeks she'd seen those middle-aged boobs firm up and grow into a pair of ripe, plump melons and she wanted nothing more than to dive in and suckle on the cherry tips.
Without thinking, she crossed the room and wrapped her lips around the offered teat. The familiar taste of jizzcream washed over her tongue and she sucked greedily to take more tit into her mouth. A spurt of warm, sweet milk splashed over her tongue.
The spurt turned into a stream, and then a river. Susan swallowed as much as she could but ample amounts dribbled from her mouth. She cupped the bountiful tit with both her hands in an effort to gain a better latch, but there was simply too much.
'Fffffuuuuuuuuuucckk!!' screamed the woman. Her tit shook in Susan's mouth and the salon assistant bobbed her head up and down on the turgid teat as though it were a tiny cock.
Mrs Tinson stumbled backwards and tripped into the open tank. Her streams of milk arced up into the roof as jizzcream splashed everywhere. Her legs remained dangling over the side, spread wide, twitching in the afterglow.
The woman's face sunk beneath the white surface and Susan leapt forward to help her. She grabbed the woman's hands, but before she could lean back to drag the woman out she felt legs as strong as a horse wrap around her waist and she was yanked forward.
She splashed into the tank and more jizzcream spilled into the room. Mrs Tinson's smiling face became visible and she was pulled into a wet, sloppy kiss. If Dorris walked in on them now she'd be sure to lose her job, but she didn't care.