“No, but I hope you will like it,” she said quietly. She finished her vodka with a second gulp and slammed the glass down on the table with some f...rce. This caused everyone to look at her. “Here goes!” she murmured. Then she picked up the Spritzer with one hand, raised it in salute to her audience, then with everyone in the bar watching, pulled one of the cups of her bra away from her breast and poured the Spritzer into the resulting gap. There was a gasp from several of the lads and young. Our communication had lapsed. It took great effort - from both of us - to get our relationship back on track. Since then, we promised always to reveal our feelings to one another. Recently, my wife revealed to me she wished she had experimented more with men before our marriage. We have a great sex life, but she naturally imagined, and sometimes fantasized, about being touched by another man. At first, I wondered if my ego should be bruised. But I understood these cravings were not because of. It felt so good I continued to let her feed as I sat there cradling and comforting her feeling her warm breath on my chest and the silent murmurs from her mouth I knew she was calming down now feeding on my heavy breasts. I was so taken aback by my own daughter suckling like a piglet I forgot where her hands were they were working their wonder on my now wet mound omg I felt a ping in my stomach what was she doing to me I felt the signal come I was coming under her touch I was actually coming so. ." Oh shit," Deanne gasped, echoing my thoughts exactly."Let's see," I reached for the school yearbook which I saw sticking out from one bookshelf. Trying to figure things out was helping me to keep from freaking out, so I figured why stop now...With that, I opened the previous year's school yearbook to a page that had nearly identical pictures of all three of us...as we were now. It listed us as Cassandra, Deanne and Ellie Connners."I guess I'm Ellie now," I grimaced."It says we're all in the.