She wakes up, come to my bed and wakes me up. She sits beside my head and gives me her boobs to lick. That’s how my day. One used to start. The scen... was like a mother giving milk to her baby fine day she woke me up and I surprised to see a girl beside to her. The other girl is her friend, I think she might have told to her friend about us but I didn’t do anything with her friend. Now I feel that I missed a chance.Here comes the climax of this story. It was in the afternoon, the baby and mother. My excitement took over as I closed the door behind me. I grabbed her face once more and continued kissing her passionately. She was shorter than me, so naturally, her hands hugged my waist making its way under my singlet undoing my bra strap and found my breasts. I got wetter by the second as she massaged them and undressed me. I grabbed her arse and lifted her up onto her bed, her loins were burning against my body. I felt the heat radiate between from underneath her clothes which I intended. "He set aside the hinge he was working on, wiped his hands on his heavy apron and smiled at her, taking a quick breath, never having seen anyone so lovely dressed so poorly."Some men, three men, young men I think, came to my house this morning and killed my slave, an old man, a harmless old man, and then they shot my horses and one of my goats and left. The cook and I hid in the smokehouse." Damnation. You all right? You ain' hurt?"She shook her head. "Just scared and angry. What should I do?". Art, art was the only thing that could hold his attention now. He would turn her belly into a masterpiece, even if he didn’t fully understand what she expected of him.He turned and peered down into the wooden pots, selecting the dark green pigment and dipping his finger into the liquid. His fingers moved just as they did when he was using his visor, he was no stranger to using a physical medium, though he preferred to paint with a brush rather than his own claws... Trying to ignore the way that.