Until she finally left, he did not fully appreciate how much he loved the two little ones.He sighed again, wondering what she was doing on this late T...esday afternoon. Probably taking the children to a park to play, or more likely bringing them back home at that hour. He used to enjoy doing that – taking them to the park with Susan, and sometimes by himself when she was working. He sighed, and realised he was doing a lot of sighing.It seemed much longer than a year since he was embroiled in. I do this- pinching and kneading - with a rhythm with a urgency - keeping the pressure a little more, but with a delivery that is as sensuous as the thought of loving you is to me. My finger gets to feel that little drop, almost like lubrication to that movement of my fingers, but I know it is a precious drop of your sweet milk leaking out for me. Leaking is not the right word though - more like being coaxed out by my manipulations, but it also teases me, my mouth salivates in a Pavlovian. I had a gentle and caring lover in my bed. A lover that was getting me very aroused, much like his father when we made love.I threw back the covers and sat astride John’s leg. I sat on his left thigh just below the hem of his boxers. John was staring at me, not knowing what to expect. I thought I had better explain, “When I was with your father, I liked to be on top, and your dad liked it that way too.” I put my left hand on John’s chest, took his cock in my right, and started moving my hips. I chased after her, but this time I didn't catch up to her right away. I wanted to see what she had in mind, if anything. I chased her around the house for a good minute or two before deciding I should just catch her since she wasn't doing anything.I increased my pace and within just a couple of seconds, I got a hold of her. Just like the first time she put the phone against her stomach and bent over and so did I. Her ass pressed right into my crotch again but this time my cock was way too hard.