“You are a girl and want to drink the breast milk of another girl?”The old lady said, “Where is the problem. This will be a great help for you. ...nd on top of that, I am old enough. I need some nutrition. It will help me up to drink the milk. I will be able to work properly at this age.”Soma thought my baby did not drink milk, and my husband was not interested in breast milk. What is the loss, then? Soma said, “Okay, I’ll let you suck my breasts milk, but let no one know.” Aunty said, “Okay. You. She said it was either that, or she was going to fuck me right there on the table. With that we headed for my rental car and the quick trip to room 467, my home away from home. She sat close to my on the way to the hotel and massaged my ever hardening cock, telling me all the fuck positions she liked. As we walked thru the door to my room, we were ripping off our cloths as fast as we could as we headed for the bed. I pushed her back on the bed and jumped on her and we started kissing. Open. And, in any case, given the dreadful traffic congestion, she didn't want to risk being late. She bought her Café Latte Grande from the barista and sat by the window where she could watch people come and go, while nibbling on a chocolate brownie whose calories were doing her absolutely no good at all.But it was while she was distracted when rummaging in her handbag for a tissue to wipe her glasses that she was greeted by Charlie."Good evening," he said, in a voice that was pitched slightly. As the newness of the situation wore off, so did any spark it had broughtto our marriage. We quickly slipped back into our old mode that nowinvolved almost no sex. In hindsight we were becoming nothing more thanroommates. I probably made matters worse by finding excuses not to go outwith friends since I found the back and forth conversion process tiring.Therefore, the times we did go out were usually just the two of us withme going out as Veronica. We both sensed the tension but neither of.