The sensations coursing through her body were amazing. Fear of being caught mixed with pleasure and intertwined with this newfound sex desire. Emily s...id up and down Rebecca’s body, sucking at her neck and working her way down to the nipples. She took first the left, then the right breast into her mouth, sucking on the nipple and then tracing circles around the areola with her tongue. Rebecca’s tender young tits thrust up and down as she breathed wildly, the feelings of pleasure causing her to. ”“Every day,” she sighed.“Not every day,” he said. “But as often as I can.”“I’m pregnant,” she sighed. “I have to be, by now.”“Maybe,” he said. “Do you still want to be pregnant?”“You have no idea,” she moaned, beginning to examine the insane urge that had driven her all afternoon.He got a pillow and stuffed it under her buttocks, raising her pubis to the sky, like an offering to the fertility gods of mythical times. His hand smoothed over her belly, like he was performing some magical rite. Across the front of the room and down both sides were tables covered with cloths where we could set out the various displays that we had brought. The remaining equipment was kept behind the front tables ready to be used in the demonstration, but out of the way. We had things set up in short order, and were ready to begin when Grandfather led his advisers and the guests into the banquet hall."Good morning Grand Master, Masters and Gentlemen," was how Uncle Frank began his presentation. "We will. Liz moaned. "You'll love the feeling of your baby latching onto a nipple and sucking nourishment out of your body." Was it better than having Brian or Doug suck you?" Liz asked. She put her hands on top of Doreen's and held them on her breasts."It was ... stimulating. It's not like I got turned on every time I nursed ... exactly. But nursing time was bonding time with my children. Having Brian or Doug suck on me—or Rachel or Sandy—was bonding in a very different way. Even when they sucked milk.