" Maybe, but I'm not so sure he'd be happy playing Mr. Mom all day longeither," Julia said wryly. "Besides, I want to breastfeed my baby asmuch as I c...n and for as long as I can. There's just so many benefits tobreastfeeding over a bottle, it really is important." Okay, maybe he wouldn't like playing Mr. Mom but he could. And as faras the breastmilk goes, he could care for that too. You can pump yourown milk and store it in a bottle for Eric to use when you're at work.Womyn do that all the. Once he was settled they began playing for each other. Her style was similar to his but she was right when she said she was a little rusty.After playing for about an hour her fingers were moving over the strings more confidently and she felt very at ease and relaxed with this man who she really didn't know. They finished a song and he put down his guitar. Excusing himself he walked over to the bathroom. As soon as he closed the door she reached between her legs. Her fingers found her wet slit. ?Little boy,? she said ?why don’t you pull on the string, and I will show you why I cannot let you kiss my lower lips.? So I removed her bloody tampon. She indicated I was to dispose of it in the toilet, then quickly removed a fresh one from her purse and taught me how to insert it between her legs into the depths of her womanhood. She again told me that I was a very good boy. She asked me to leave her for a few minutes and when she came out she was fully dressed.?Next Friday night, I would. My tender pink lips folded over on themselves, rolling up inside me as daddy's length sunk deep and then unrolled as he backed out. I knew it was because I was so wet and almost squirting the abundance of my hot lubrication as he pulled outward. Instead, my pussy leaked its residue all over his firm round organ. If we had been in my bed, I was sure my personal wetness would have been dripping down his shaft and all over daddy's large balls. My clit was so damn hard and sensitive that every time.