Feel the baby's hands milking your aching breasts; feel the hunger and feel your love for your child."I felt a rush of something. Bob said, "Yes, that...s the same hormone. Let it flood you, Sherry." He started milking my right boob himself. "The milk is ready, mother, it's flowing, waiting to come out and feed the hungry child. Give us your milk, Sherry! Give us your mother's milk!"He dropped his head and gently sucked the boob he'd been milking. "Milk!"Fuck! I felt it all the way to my toes! It. I thought those were unintentional and didn’t give much attention to it.But after few days, the touches started becoming more and more regular. Even during office hours, he will come and touch me with some of the other reason. But he never crossed his limits. Inside, I too loved it and didn’t express it to him. One day while we were having lunch, he cracked a joke and while we were laughing out loud, he put his hand on my thighs. I stopped smiling and he took away his hand. We didn’t speak much. I climbed onto the bed on all fours and made my way towards Mick who held up a hand and cupped one of my hanging breasts, squeezing it before rolling my hard nipple between a finger and thumb as I wrapped a hand around his shaft and began to stroke him. Then I leant forward and took his big bell end between my lips as he let out a little gasp of pleasure.As I sucked on his cock slowly I heard the bathroom door open and then felt Ted’s hands caressing my buttocks behind me. Seconds later I felt. One day on the way home from classes, we noticed a lot of shredded magazine paper about half way along the track, we thought little of it until we found a large remnant from what we guessed was the middle of the publication given the staples in it. I picked it up and as if together, we realized what it was and John grabbed at it too, not to take it from me, but as if to steady it in my trembling hands. This was the holy grail of the teen boy...this was a porn mag.More correctly, it appeared to.