A demon was breastfeeding my daughter!Soon, the baby went back to sleep. Demie picked her up and placed her gently in her playpen before returning to ...he couch, her bare boobs still on display. I noticed a drop of milk ready to fall from one nipple.She followed my gaze. "There's still some left, if you want...OH!"I had fastened my mouth to that glorious boob and was sucking for all I was worth. There wasn't much milk remaining, and once that was gone I could taste spiced rum again. My cock was. I’m only aware of her body, her tongue in my mouth, her teeth on my lips.She comes into my arms naked, and she has no patience for my pj's. While I kiss her, glutting myself on the earthiness of her mouth, she claws at my shirt. The buttons, big enough to fall open on their own, catch in her fingernails then snap off.The sweet feral scent of a woman baked in the sun and unashamed of her own sweat fills me. No expensive perfume, no artisan soap could match her for raw sexuality.I suck on the. ”Jenny was waiting outside Brock’s second period class. Before he even thought about it, he had her wrapped in a tight hug. With just those few words before homeroom, she’d brought back much of the faith in humanity that he’d feared he had lost forever.“Sorry,” he said as he pulled away. “I’m sorry. Are you OK?”He could see Jenny had been crying.“Could we please just ditch the rest of the day?” she asked. “Let’s skip school and just go somewhere.”Brock shook his head sadly.“I can’t today,” he. I had a dim recollection of Susan from the wedding. From that snippet ofan image, she was a beautiful strawberry blonde, with big green eyes, anda naturally voluptuous figure. She would have to be in order to be ashowgirl in Vegas. That mental image paled in comparison to the reality.Susan crossed paths with us at the front door."Henri, why do I have to leave the house? I want to stay with my baby. . . please don't make me go." Her plea was heart wrenching.Henri kissed her on the forehead..