When I stood up, she hugged me tightly. Holding me, she kissed my head and whispered, "None of this is your fault, Sweetie."I saw Dr. Blackmon walk th...ough the door. He had pulled his surgical mask down and I could tell from the look on his face that things weren't good. When he said, "Chief and Mrs. Adkins, I'm sorry," I made a bee-line for the door, but Dad stepped in front of me and wrapped me in a bear hug. The moment his arms went around me, I burst into tears.Stroking my hair and kissing. Very arousing.” I continued my full-body caresses.“You like feeling your milk let down?” I asked.“Being a nursing mom has shown me a facet of my femininity that I hadn’t expected. Like everything, context is key. The let-down sensation can be nurturing, bonding or sexual. It was an unfamiliar sensation to me at first, but I’ve grown to love how it feels.” She touched my cheek. “Casey ... nurse.”Andrea rolled onto her right side and positioned a pillow so I could approach her right breast. She. "A closer inspection of the member is required, I dare say," she said as she sank to her knees before me, letting her hand slowly slide down my torso as she did. I stood proud, pointing strong and true, directly at her face. She looked at it and caressed it gently. Her hand felt like silk as she maneuvered it about my stiffness and around my balls gently. She looked up at me, gauging my reaction to her touch which by the pleased look on my face, told her good things. With no warning, she took. Myra shrugged. "A couple of punk rockers Edie knows. We met them at Max's and she helped them score. She even scored some works, you know a syringe. She fixed me with half a bag and did the other half and another and I guess it was some good shit, you know. She figured I'm too little to handle more. Turns out ... she couldn't either." Her eyes looked sad, but no tears emerged."You're still stoned," said Phil.Myra nodded. "It made me nauseous, but when Edie went out, I sort of forgot it. I.