I said well let's see how it goes no pressure remember if it doesn't happen it's not meant to be we will see. As I came back out refreshing everybody'... drinks my wife joined us a little bit later after she got done finishing what she was doing. As a night. Later we started talking more about relationships and bring you up sexual activities and so on the amazing part was how much they were involved in the conversation finally my wife got up from the table and says she's going to take a swim take. It seemed to be pleading for something. Maybesomething that he could give her. His marriage was in ruins since thedeath of his son. Now he started to think that he missed the intimacy ofa woman's hand on his body, of a woman's body beneath his."Can people really change that much?" He said it to divert theconversation a little - to put his hate to one side for a moment."He was very young. That is why he was tried and convicted withsuppression of his name and image. Because of his youth and. He couldn’t open my bra cos his hands was not moving so I too helped him and removed my bra somehow. My stepson then started to suck my breast and drink my milk. It was very different for me as I never experienced such thing before. My stepson then started to bite me harder which would pain me so I would press his head firmly but still he would not stop so I had to adjust to pain this time. He then emptied my one breast and started to move towards other breast. The movement was also very. I hadn't been able to do that with her much. It was as if she didn't have much to sense, like her sense was hibernating, hidden inside. This time, whether it was because we were touching or because she was more open to me, I could feel her better, even if it was just a little bit. I sensed that her tears were tears of joy and satisfaction; I was trusting her with my dreams. They were shared between us, and no one else. She would treasure them forever.I kept her at Head Time for a long time. I.