I didn't know what to think. I was torn between my erotic fantasy driven desires and the man I thought I was supposed to be. No real man let his wife ...uck around, especially not in front of him and never found excitement in it.Then she stepped closer to me.I could smell the sweet wine on her breath and the dampness of her sex. She leaned closer and whispered in my ear. She said that it was turning her on to be naughty in front of me, to be the woman of my fantasies. She whispered that she would. John-Jarvis was now completely weaned from the breast, and to my disappointment the supply of Caroline's sweet nectar had since terminated."Should you suck on my teats in seven or eight months' time you will garner a mouth full of my milk." Her voice was a soft sibilant whisper in my ear. I lifted my head from her breasts and started at her. "What, you mean you are..."She nodded, smiling. "I am with child, and should be presenting you with a new son or daughter sometime in mid-June. I believe. I didn’t do those normally, but I had been trained. I was slower than John would have been, but fortunately, all the customers were patient while I followed the carefully written instructions for mixing paint and carefully moved the mechanism of the key machine which passed the key along a guide allowing a duplicate to be cut.“How difficult is it to make keys?” Amelia asked at lunch.“It’s not tough, you just have to be careful in ensuring the key you’re copying and the blank are properly. I had two hands holding my head in position, heels in my back, squeals assaulting my ears, juice smeared copiously all over my face.One. I was enjoying myself too much.Two. Her breath was coming in gasps.Three. A tiny little whimpering whine... “Brad. No more. Come up here.”I complied. She languorously rolled over me, kissing me. “Somebody got you all messy.”“Worth it,” I said.“Somebody can’t remember ever coming like that.”“Somebody’s delicious.”“Somebody’s still hard.”“Yeah...”“Somebody needs.