Holding the tubes openings,until they barely made skin contact,I then pulled them away. I popped her hard,wet nipples in and out at least a dozen time...,giving her a mix of pain and pleasure before I finally put them on for good.I hit paydirt,big time! I could hear it as the suction drew forth spurt after spurt of Mother's Milk and began to deposit it,in loud splashes,into the glass jar,making my mouth water!Mommy moaned,then began screaming and crying tears of pleasure. The milker was working. His tongue darting out and teasing the crown some like he was willing him back into the warm wet confines of his mouth.I moved a fraction closer and her words drifted to me; "Slowly John, tease and lick him as you slip him into your mouth."I was stunned and so turned on as I watched her, teaching them. Literally guiding them in their bisexual lovemaking. John seemed tentative and yet so eager to learn, and Michael was more amazed at his reactions to another man's manipulations.As I stood there. Heather changed out of her school clothes and into the same outfit she wore the previous day when she got home. "Are there any more cookies left?" she asked her mom as she walked into the kitchen."I hid some especially for you. The men in this family are Cookie Monster wannabes. Don't you think you should retire that dress?" Thanks, Mom," said Heather as she took a bite out of one of her cookies. "I will if I can find some nice outfits when we go shopping this weekend. I dunno. All of a sudden. They had crossed into Valencia County and had noticed a slight drop in mid-day temperatures. Hank had often been tempted to alternate between northern and southern NMT, depending upon the season, but had never settled into that routine. They rode into One Horse without any particular expectations, and headed for the saloon (it truly was a one horse town). They were surprised to hear some loud talking in the back of the saloon at one of the poker tables.Two men were standing, glaring at each.