She is now married but still thinks about fucking me all the time, we are still in touch and her husband doesn’t know.So, getting to the story. This...was when we were 21. It had been about a year since we broke up and we had not spoken the whole time. One day, I got a message and it was from Natasha (my ex-girlfriend).Natasha: Hey. I was shocked because we hadn’t spoken in a year and she texted me. I wondered why she texted me.Jay: Hey.Natasha: How are you?Jay: Can we skip the bullshit? Why did. She told me about the situation. This town had an extremely strong patriarchal system and it was not on a major path to anywhere. The town had become used to its ways but there had been some talks of a change. You see for years all of the wives and girl friends in town had taken a medication which made it more likely that when they had c***dren that they would have girls. The ratio was something like 90% girls. Then when boys in the community reached age 10 they would be split between those. .. it just happened." That maternal bond is powerful stuff." I love her so much. I just want to ... look at her -- just lie here and look at her. Those little hands ... with tiny fingernails. Sometimes when I'm feeding her she looks up at me and I feel all melty inside." She brushed away more tears. "I love nursing her. I never imagined how rewarding it would be. I love feeling nourishment flowing from my body into hers." It's more than nourishment you're giving her. It's antibodies and other. Still no panties. My dress is made of some magic fabric because I gave it a shake, slipped it over my head, zipped it up and smoothed it with my hands and it looked remarkedly decent. I slung my bag over my arm, picked up my shoes and tip-toed towards the front door. Just before I turned the handle I heard the clank of pipes which told me the shower had been shut off.I slipped out the door, shoes in hand, and went straight to the bank of elevators at the end of the hall. I raced past several.