Humm, some mixed parentage here. She ran over to Chris as soon as she came in and tried to climb up her legs. Well, I would too if I were a kitten. Ch...is picked her up, and we decided to bring her over to visit her brother. We picked up the supplies and headed back to my place. I was thinking that, when it got warmer, the k**s could visit back and forth on the fire escape. Recently, I have developed a fondness for that fire escape."Have you named your baby yet?" I'm trying to decide between. She suddenly moved under the water to wash the soap of. I followed her because I was soapy to. When she finished she turned facing me. It was the first time I could see her breasts except when she came in but then I was to embarrassed with my nakedness that I wasn’t able to notice her gorgeous breasts. She smiled at me and I realized I forgot to cover myself and she had a good look of my dick. We stared at each other for a time and then she left the shower. I followed her. She was drying. This meant a short tight black skirt, black stockings and heels and a white blouse. Preferably see through he had requested. The cheeky bugger! But I figured it would provide some cover - we would look like a business couple on a stop over. A middle aged manager with his middle aged secretary who was clearly dressing to impress. Obviously after a rise of some sort.So finally the day was here. We’d agreed a location and time. We’d worked out how we would know each other and just be sure, we had. About a week ago I was in the kitchen making myself a coffee when Rachna walked in. She was now reaching the end of her pregnancy and about to go on maternity leave.“How’s it going?” I asked. “Oh, alright,” she said, “but look.” She pointed at her left breast and a damp spot on her blouse. “I’m already leaking!”“Oh,” I said. “I thought that happened after…”“No, it can start before, especially after the first one. What a pain!”She walked out again. I stood there, thinking about Rachna lactating,.