So he could actually see that I was feeding my baby and he could see the sides of my left breast. I didn’t notice at first, but when I casually turn...d towards him, I could see him intently looking at my breast and the baby sucking on it. I whispered to him – ‘Hey, what are you staring at?’Shreyas in a low voice – ‘Your breasts. Mom.’ Me – ‘There is nothing to stare there. These are the ones you have already fed from and now your brother is feeding.’ Shreyas – ‘I also need milk now mom. I was. My fathers huge cock was like a giant magnet, drawing my tongue to it, and sending sparks into my pussy every time I flicked at it. He groaned which sent a signal that he liked the way I was playing with his great, big cock."Nice baby," he moaned looking at me while I basked in the sexy play with his huge cock.When I brought it to my mouth I realized that I would never get more than the huge, baseball shaped cockhead inside, so I knew my hands and tongue were what was going to please it. My. It's not all the time...but...around Christmas they really go...they really show..." and he'd fallen asleep.The next morning he'd stared at me across his bowl of cereal at the cafeteria table and said "I'm serious man, you should come home for Christmas with me, my parents would love to meet you..." with no further mention of the neighbor girls, but the promise still there lingering. I agreed."So..." this was the first time I was bringing it up again, not since we'd started packing, not the. "And why is that, Miss Peterson?" I asked, curious that she was so certain of herself. A smile crept onto my lips and she must have noticed, because her face completely transformed. Her expression became intense, smouldering with passion, telling of nothing but lust and longing. When she answered, she spoke slowly, letting each word sink in."Because, Mr Harris sir, I have the courage and initiative-" she stepped around to my side of the desk "-to do certain things-" she spun my chair to the.