We let Jack drink for about ten minutes probably, finishing with a couple pictures of me squeezing the milk from my breasts across his tongue. It was good and I savored that unique test, not sure whose I liked better Jack’s or Greg’s, and thinking probably my husband’s. Mom xxx Sorry, you’re eating.”
“It’s okay,” I laughed. I got all of them.”
“You like it?” I asked him, biting my lip. “Save me some milk. you know.”
“Ohhh…” she sat back nodding and I really hoped she believed me. Oh wait! When Jack came loose a whole wash of sperm, girl juice, and broken water bag came out with him. Greg fed the dog off his dinner plate, despite all my complaining, letting Jack lick food from Greg’s fork. “I’ll love you forever. I’d asked my doctor, Sadie, and she’d said I could have sex if I was careful. “And I think there’s about 25 pictures left.”
“Yeah, you’re on number eight,”
