Then he started feeding. It was an absolutely incredible sensationto feel milk being sucked from my breast. It was also extremely erotic,but I didn't ...ave the equipment to really do anything about it. Thesensuous feeling just grew and grew until I was moaning in ecstasy. Finally, Timmy was full. I manoeuvred him around my mountainousbreasts to my shoulder, where I successfully burped him. My breasts werestill heavy with milk. All I wanted to do was find someone else who wouldcontinue to drink. And she knew she had given me a hard-on, and so did my girlfriend. “Your’e Joy”, my pretty dark haired aunt said. She hugged her, too, and joy, and Joy later told me that she’d felt her her ass and tongued her lips. “Coe inside and get out of those hot clothes. I suppose we’d all better wear something or poor Robert will be running around with his thing sticking out.” My aunt knew only need one bed. She showed. ‘I can’t trust any of you,’ I protested tearfully trying to pull away from him. ‘If you go along with it I’ll make sure they keep quiet, OK?’ he promised. I sat up on the edge of the couch with one arm over my breasts confused and flustered. With a tear dripping from my cheek I timidly scanned the lustful faces of the boys. Billy and Josh seemed like children though they were my age. They both just sat there on the floor staring wide eyed at me not uttering a sound. Zack, a 20 yr old Junior,. A strong hatred for all men continued for a whole year and a half after the divorce. I threw myself into my work, which was finally a joy for me again. I didn't even masturbate for over three years. Until one fall day, I walked into a restaurant for a business meeting and was summoned by this boisterous, bold, handsome man.He pursued me for a week before we went on a date and that was the end of my dry spell. As he chased me in a sexual game of cat and mouse, he rekindled the flames of desire.