"Thanks. Fran and I have some ideas of what might work. If you have any, pass them along and we'll see if they fit what we can do." Great! Thanks, Ed....I'm really excited about this." Yeah," I smiled, "I gathered that."I bought a used HP desktop computer and an inkjet printer. I didn't need a lot of horsepower, just enough to get on the internet and print out some lyrics and scores for songs we were interested in. I can't count the number of hours Fran and I scoured the sources for possible. But that was all. So she waited on tender hooks, her only connection to her lost love his roommate. Finally the day she wanted, waited for. The roommate was flying to her, to take her to the side of her love. She went eagerly to the airport. There she sat. For hours. Waiting for a plane that never landed. Eventually she drove home. She waited a few days, then she called the phone number of the authors house, hoping to get his roommate. It was nearly 2 in the morning, and imagine her surprise. I wasn’t expecting anyone but opened it just the same. There stood my step-son’s fiancé: Alyson. They were to be married in three days. She was cute and we hit it off the first day we met. She stood about 5’5”, weighed about 120, and had a full “C” cup. It was those blue eyes and full lips that always had my attention.She came bounding into the foyer and told me that she had something that she wanted to talk with me about. I had been like a father to her from the very beginning… although a. Once she was certain that there was no problem, she came to bed." As I said, I was wearing my nursing garments for him. I lifted my nightgown, unfastened the front of my bra and offered him my heavy milk-filled breast. He took it in his mouth, tentatively at first and then eagerly as he tasted my sweet fluid. I held his head to my breast with one hand while using my other hand to gently knead my breast so that my milk would flow freely between his lipstick covered lips. After about twenty.