Each teat seemed alive of its own accord, as though her canteloupes were animated with the intent to leap free from the confinement of the tank-top.Th... lactation had been a mixed blessing. As her body adapted to the fertility spell constantly burning in her blood, her milk production continuously increased. Over the past semester, it seemed as though her production had doubled. In the beginning, she only needed to milk herself every eight hours when not working, now it was closer to four. The. Again it was Wednesday afternoon and I was sitting on the couch on the lounge with Ruth watching TV, she was sitting on my left with my left arm around her shoulders and her left leg d****d over the arm of the couch so her legs were wide open, her skirt was back and her soaking wet panties were on full view, Pam had made herself scarce and gone for a walk with the baby, Ruth had my cock out giving me a wank and a blow job, I had her blouse open because I wanted to distract her as I did not want. "Most of the time," I agreed with a wavering voice. Our eyes were locked. His hand briefly brushed between my legs and slid up to my chest. We started kissing. He was cupping my breast. "Oh George," I muttered glancing at my ring. Our tongues played with each other."Oh Margo. I wish. I only wish," he managed to say as his hand was again between my legs."Me, too. Sometimes being married really sucks." I had the bulge in his shorts in my hand. We were both breathing hard and I could feel the. ..............................................................Tuesday finally arrived and so did Chris at Cam's doorstep, ringing the bell. And, suddenly, there stood Cam, decked out in a sexy light pink bra with underwire cups, garterbelt and stockings, fishnet, pretty pink panties covering them showing his cock keaking precum oozing from it, high heels, perfume, wig, lipstick, eyeshadow, mascara, rouge..........."Ohh my fucking.. oh damn you look wonderful!" Chris moaned as Cam helped him.