She took my left hand to her breast and had me gently squeeze and massage it. When I did that, the milk started to flow more quickly. I was in pure ...irvana, drinking breast milk from my sister-in-law, and it was even better than I imagined. I was getting so aroused, my lips wrapped around her breast. She reached up and started to run her fingers through my hair; a soft moan escaped her lips. I paused and looked at her. She turned bright red.“My nipples are really sensitive. Sometimes I. Although such trips were supposed to be for seeking a royal spouse, he was only interested in temporary mating. He made no distinction as to the status of who he copulated with by invoking the local interpretation of droit de seigneur, the right of the rulers to have sex with women of their choosing.His targets were selected entirely on the basis of appearance, not age nor marital status. A few virgins even came into his net, but they were rare these days. The menfolk in the kingdom had learned. I took a sip of my coffee. Now what do I do, I thought. Should I throw it away and pretend nothing happened? Should I keep it for company? Should I put the open box on her doorstep and run? I thought and thought. The little devil on my shoulder started to whisper in my ear.I finished my coffee and took a shower. I got out of the shower and picked out a nice dress shirt and pants from the closet. I put on my best cheap cologne. After putting my shoes on, I grabbed my keys and the box and headed. I had just bought a soft pretzel, and was about to dip it in mustard, when my packet got spilled all over my priestly vestments. I turned to see who did it, and it was a young man with very frightened eyes. He had a wedding band on, too, and sure enough, his wife was looking at him very disappointedly. He stammered an apology and I pulled him up from his kneeling position, sensing that his young bride really loved him, but also got embarrassed at his clumsy ways.“So, sorry, Father. Candice here.