But, on the other hand, his ploy had worked. I had what looked like a way to be happy once again. Did that mean that I was now in debt to him! Not on ...our life. But, it did lessen my visceral, if more or less dormant, hatred of what two of them had done to me.Ann had been at pains to convince me that it was time to move on. Had he done something good or useful for me, for us, as she maintained? The short answer was yes. Did it make up for all of the bad stuff? The short answer was no. Did it. He didn't have to get rough. I would have given it to him if he had only stopped me." You'd have given it to him Ma'am?" Well of course. I never carry more than a couple of hundred in cash and certainly that wouldn't be something for me to fuss about." Do you always carry that much cash?"Miss Peterson shifted and crossed her legs again but not before her skirt rode up higher. This time most of her bare legs were exposed and there had been a flash of panty. She seemed indignant, sat up. I have always loved mothers milk, and I still can remember what my Moms milk tasted like. Kathryn is actually a bit sweeter than moms milk. I nurse as I fuck my wife. Kathryn giggles, I wanted you to do that as much as you have wanted to do it. I would have to release her breast if I could not tell Kathryn what I needed to say. Fortunately, for me my wife can really read my mind. (I will not have to be jealous of Amanda anymore. I got a feeling I will be, she will get this great tasting milk of. My uncle Harvey didn’t think twice before claiming me from Child Welfare, after my mom and dad died in a car crash. The chaos and fear of a night in an emergency foster home made me need Uncle Harvey’s friendly, familiar face.The trauma of losing both my mom and dad at age seven made Uncle Harv my white knight, and someone I can’t live without.Uncle Harv is not fat, but he is kinda big, and he is so cuddly, like a giant size teddy bear. I always sit on his lap or right next to him, cuddling.