“Don’t you like my clothes, Gramps?”I tried looking her in the eyes, but the rest of the view was too tempting.“I think you do!” she continu...d, her hand forming over the tent in my shorts. Following my gaze down her shirt, she added. “I also think you like what’s under them.” She smiled, as she heard the low groan emanating from my throat, as her hand rubbed the length of my hardness through my shorts.I quickly came to my senses, sort of. I mouthed the words, “Young lady. You shouldn’t be doing. Mmm. Good girl. Whata good little baby girl." She cradled my head in her right arm and keptmy flushed face pressed against her wonderful soft bosom, and I lostmyself in breastfeeding from her like a contented infant. Brenda movedcloser to us and filmed me suckling from directly above. I was completelyunaware of what she was doing. I had my eyes closed in infantile bliss asI hungrily breastfed from the gorgeous young mother, palpating her warmcushiony teat with the curled fingers of both hands. I dreamt of having herbody and of playing the seductress, either wanton or innocentdepending upon my mood. My nights were full of fantasies ofsubmission and romance, and submission and entrapment. Myfingers would play over my small sharply aroused nipples andflutter down my belly pretending to be the tongue of one or morelovers/captors/seducers. My hormones were racing and my libidoout of control. One day when I was sure to be alone for a long afternoon I doveinto my sisters room and put on a. Jim's job was too important to leave empty while people debated about a successor. The men who had written the ground rules had decided that a long time ago.Rising to her full five foot seven height, Sandra stretched her body, wiping away the last vestiges of sleep. As she did, her eyes surveyed her environment.The quarters that came as a perk of the job were certainly a long way from the run down studio apartment that she had shared with her husband back when they'd first married right out of.