He started to suck, gently at first, licking her nipple as the first drops of milk oozed out of her. He felt a sudden rush of blood to his cock and it...strained against his jeans. “Stroke me Maria, please honey, stroke me”, he mumbled. Without waiting for her answer, he reached down and pulled at the buttons on his jeans. His hand went back to her breast as Maria’s pushed inside the opening, grasping Chris’s cock and freeing it from its constraints. “Fuck,” he uttered and suckled harder, taking. "I have an idea," Meredith said. "We could try out for dance team. Thendance team would be our P.E. class."Nicole liked the idea of being in a P.E. class with other girls. But shealso worried that would make things worse. If the boys though she was"sissy" now, what would they do if they found out he was on the danceteam, much less taking ballet."I don't think I'm good enough of a dancer," Nicole replied."Of course you are, Nikki," Meredith said.Sara, though, also worried if that would make. As a result he has been promoted twice in the last eighteen months. Yet I have more sales and managerial ability in one of my pussy hairs than he has in his entire body and still I get constantly passed over.The thing with Ron was the last straw. I had finally had enough and I sat down and composed my letter of resignation. My husband convinced me to sit on it for a couple of weeks, a cool down period of sorts, and I agreed. Nine days later there were some changes in upper management and all of. Then she turned to Sam, her face a little softer.“Sam, did he hurt you? Did he force you?”Sam, also in tears.“No, Mom. I love him.”Mom looked at Sam some more, then at me. That stare was back. She looked down at the table in front of her. One deep breath in, hold, breath out. Again. A third time.Silence.When Mom finally looked up again, once more at Sam, then at me, she was calmer. The stare was gone and her face had softened, but she wasn’t smiling.“I love you both.”Pause.“Now, tell me what is.