With no support group close, we were the fall back plan.The girls and I talked that afternoon. I started out with an apology. "I'm asking you to forgi...e me for my behavior last night. I thought I had just lost something very precious, and it upset me. Look, I know I'm the third wheel here, but I still expect certain things out of our relationship. Honesty and fidelity foremost. If you want to play around with Savanna or anyone else, just tell me and we'll part company. I tend to get possesive. .This cycle continued for months. Work, home, wank, cum. Work, home, wank, cum. I had a few new favourite cumpilation videos, some lasting over an hour. With these I could really indulge, my left hand stroking and squeezing, my right on the computer mouse, clicking, scrolling for my favourite cumshots, repeating them, pausing for that perfect shot of a cum splattered face eagerly wanting more. This was always my favourite. A thick rope of cum on her face, the desperate look on her face wanting. She was hesitant for a minute and said “My husband drinks it so that my breast doesn’t start to hurt with too much of milk.” “Lucky chap he is” he said. The scene was set for the next step. “Let me bless your breast so that you will have plenty of milk for along time to come to feed your baby as well as your husband” she smiled shyly and removed her robe. Wow. Her breasts were quite big, firm and rounded and he could see a droplet of milk at the tip of the nipple. “Let me drink the milk with my. Her favourite activity was to go shopping with her arse hanging out and ride the escalators in front of some attractive people. She would hold my hand and look back watching their faces, and when we got back to our car her inner thighs were wet with her juices, small streams of her nectar running down her shapely legs. I was really beginning to worry. She promised me she would never do something like this on her own and I believed her.We would not discuss her sexual encounter with Nicky at all..