" The shocked look on his face being a telling sign. "I thought so, plus you are a hero to the BLEMS as you call them, you have obtained a range of en...rgy far higher than any other human." Still you 2, I don't feel special nor any different than anyone else," Ray confessed."Yes, we know, as I have come to understand this is usually the mark of a true hero, one who feels that they are just doing what they are supposed to. In a lot of cases, they even feel it is what they think anyone else would. Just like a heroinaddict is addicted to the rush after he injects the d**g in his veins Ihad become a willing servant of the hormones that Helen injected in meevery week and I lived solely for the mornings when the hormonal rushesstreamed through my system. I never felt more alive in my life than whenI was engulfed by the overwhelming flow of oestrogen and felt the womaninside me break free from my masculine past. It was like waking to a newworld of hyper reality when the pleasurable sensations. She lowered herself back to lying on the bed while I went further down her back to the top of her ass. “That’s incredible! Keep doing that,” she said softly, as she raised her ass so that my clothed hard-on was lying on her crack. Then, still up on her elbows, she said, ‘I’m getting very hot. Could you take my t-shirt off?” Could I? I reached the bottom and pulled up, stripping off the white shirt and she went back to lying down. I continued to rub starting at her neck and shoulders, down. Querciola moaned as I drank her breast milk.It was so sweet.“Oh, yes,” the fey moaned.“You got to do this,” I moaned about her nipple. “She lactates.”“What?” my sister asked.“Booby milk!” I squealed and suckled again.“Mmm, yes,” the fey moaned as my sister joined me. We nursed together, gulping down her warm milk. Her hands stroked our hair, a big smile on her lips. “Drink your fill. Then we're going to have more fun.”I shuddered, gulping down more of her creamy breast milk. It purred down my.