He would continue draining her breasts while stroking on his long cock. She fed him most days. She made a lot of milk, but he also liked her to put ...er milk into things. Like what she did with his cum. Her milk was frozen for later use in recipes or for a quick snack for Paul.~~It was his birthday and she was preparing all his favorites for a night of domination and humiliation. She went out and bought new lingerie for his birthday. She wore a demi-cup black bra, black panties, thigh. At such a moment, I really didn't want my sperm to lead to the making of a baby! I wanted to thwart that; I wanted to show Brother Dexter that only HIS sperm was to lead to a baby with my wife! So, beyond the physical pleasure that accompanies an orgasm, which any man can have, it was only in the privacy of Brother Dexter's study, where we did all our libations, that we reaffirmed (every time) our previous vow of celibate Christian-cuckoldry.Seeing my sperm puddled up at the bottom of that. But, in all honesty, she did not have that sort of flair that made boys look at her in an unmistakable way that spelled physical attraction.Since Alice was only 16 years old, she was not yet to that age that she considered her lack of pizazz to be a problem. She was much too preoccupied with important things like her grades at school, her badges in the Scouting program, the prospect of an upcoming riding exhibition, her efforts to induce the neighbors to be more involved in the "recycling". Diana was beat. And as she lay trying to get comfortable she cursed."Something wrong mom?" he asks."Yes dammit. This excuse for a couch stinks." Yeah. Really. But ya know we are stuck with it and what passes for carpet under us does not pad much. You said you could not sleep there even with extra blankets remember?" Of course I remember what sort of idiot do you...." she start to rage and then stops sharply.Tone softer, "Sorry. Tired."He nods."Look I have an idea. Lets give it a try. Sit up for.