It wasn't the first time I'd heard that sound yet it always got my attention. Next came the unsnapping of the cup of the nursing bra I was certain she...wore. I heard a tiny gasp and then a soft sigh indicating she was getting the relief she needed. Wet sounds of lips suckling wafted to my ears."You don't know how much I appreciate your help. I'm sure you think me to be brazen." Not at all, Ma'am. What you are doing is just natural and what women have done throughout time." I really don't know. I tookone more glance in the girl's direction. She was on her knees at the edgeof the water, feeding something to the ducks. I grinned, because beautymakes me grin, then took off, chasing Josh.It was a nice day in the park. Sun. Ice cream vendors. Kids playing. Aband in the distance. There was a touch football game across the way. Acouple of women threw a softball to my left. Cyclists were flitting abouteverywhere. Some teenagers were flying kites.There has always been something about. "Although they were beginning to assimilate into the language and customsof the age, they had always been in the habit of addressing each otherin the twenty-second century dialect they were accustomed to; however astime passed, even that had begun to deteriorate into a bizarre mixtureof modern and archaic."I understand," she reassured him. "There are things we both have to do,if we're to make lives for ourselves in this place and time. I wouldn'taccuse thee of neglecting me." That is well,". Now Roger could see just how wet Hazel was and within seconds, his head was between her thighs and he was lapping at her pussy. Hazel hadn't been idle during this time and she had unfastened Rogers slacks and was trying to get his cock out. Due to his position she was having a little trouble so Roger followed my lead and stripped down to his underpants. Then it was back to business. His head went straight back between Hazel's thighs and I saw the old familiar expression on Hazel's face and.