“ Viki tung kyon kar raha hai ? Pail de na please !”“ Kyon didi ? Main soch raha tha ki aap theek hi kah rahi thi. Apni sagi behan ko chodna to ...aap hota hai. Humen aisa nahin karna chaahiye.” Meri uttejana jitni barh rah thi Viki utna hi mujhe tarpa raha tha.“ Hut besharam ! ab tujhe paap ki yaad aa rahi hai. Pyasi ko kooen ke paas le jaa ke paani nahin dena chaahta. Main tere lund ki pyasi hun, ab aur mut tarpa please…. Chod na !” Main chootron ko peechhe ki or uchka kar uska lund choot mein. It wasn't long before I my hand found its way in my jeans. Taking off the belt, I unbuttoned and let them fall. I left my thong on; my favorite red one. Laying on the bed, I continued to read and rub my pussy sending tingles of pleasure through my body, but it wasn't enough. I got up and open my bottom draw and pulled out my vibrator, it was small but powerful.Climbing back on the bed, I turned on the vibrator on. I glided it over my clit and circled it. My moans of pleasure echoed in the empty. After awhile Debbie mentioned something about Wetnursing, how she had read about it in some magazine. Apparently, and this part is absolutely true boys and girls just go look it up, some women automatically begin Lactating or producing milk if they are constantly near a new baby. Debbie, still joking, then asked Jenny if she was producing milk yet, and if she was then maybe she would like to help feed her new baby. Well, Jenny's eyes went as wide as saucers at the prospects of being able to. That’s barbaric!” Graydon complained. “It’s unfair! It can’t be right!”“Fairness has nothing to do with it,” Jim growled. “The IRS is a law unto itself. They interpret the tax code; they make the rules, and they enforce them. Nobody can touch them. Congress gave them total power to collect revenue for the nation and turns a blind eye to how they do it. I know that sounds harsh, but that’s how it is.”“But ... but the Constitution, it guarantees our rights,” Graydon protested.“Sorry, but Congress.