"Suck me! Suck me hard! Drink my milk, Ceann!"I sucked harder. We felt her hormones flowing as she remembered nursing Colin and Doug as well as thousa...ds before. She squirmed, panted and climaxed again.Switching to the other nipple, I sucked hard. Another climax! I tasted a small drop of sweetness; she'd lactated!Back and forth we went, sharing the drops of joy. Every milky bead she expressed sent a climax through us and we gloried in the pleasure.Finally we relaxed and shared sweet loving. It was that second night as he slept in his furs that the dreams came to him, peopled with family and friends, all of whom now walked with the spirit people. At first, he could only see them, and not hear them as they sang to him from such a long distance away. There was his father and mother, looking young and happy to be together again. He saw Broken Stick with Still Shadow, both younger than they had been when last he had seen them. He looked for Bent Willow, but he could not see her in the. .for what? She couldn’t explain. She scratched it and she gasped out loud. She broke hard just in time at the red light. She felt eyes on her and looked to the left. A woman glanced at her and gave that smile that passing motorists do. She smiled back weakly and slowly took her hand from inside her blouse. She made it home eventually and rushed upstairs. And here she was, fully clothed, laying back on the bed. She pulled her skirt up, knees bent and planted her feet on the bed. She pushed her. Now the dress was down about an inch: the tan lines where her bra started were peaking over the edge. Then, in one instant, the dress slid down to the ground. The crowd stopped, a hush filled the room, Kathrine, mid twirl stopped on a dime. She felt the cool air over her body and at first thought it was another one of her paranoia attacks. It couldn't have really happened. No way. Then she looked down.Her bare breasts hung alert, slightly curved up. The dress lay in a pile under her. All she.