(Mindy) About how many comments do you get about your stories?(Morpheus) Mindy, it depends on the number of stories that I write. Sometimes I only get...one or two comments for a story and sometimes I've gotten up to a dozen or more.(Debbie) Isn't the feedback wonderful though?(Morpheus) Yes it is. Fuel for the ego.(*Anne-Mal) Yes, could you describe how you felt after getting one for your first story?(Morpheus) Proud that people had liked my story.(Debbie) What would you do if you came across. With every spoon I emptied my joy on eating mummy’s body secretes grew more and more and I think she could feel it directly by the hardness of my cock. “I guess you will in fact eat anything I can press from my body. You’re such an unbeliefable slave, totally addicted to your mummy’s pee and shit and now at least to her nasty barf.” “Yummy” I said. “You better empty that bowl, you know how much the breakfast was so I don’t want to waste it, at least if that means my slave son must eat his mummy. This would settle them down until we reached the patio, and the excitement there would stimulate them into being their usual crazy selves. The nursing also helped the mothers to relieve the pressure of their full breasts.Three of the big carts still had the ten car seats in them, so we loaded up and drove to the patio. The place was already packed although it was fairly early for a Saturday morning. The kids began running everywhere as the women migrated to the kitchen.Steve and Tiny were. He couldn't even make it to the second floor in his crippled state, so Eileen knew she had a clear field.Not fifteen minutes after exiting the shower, Eileen knew Wally was getting started. She listened for his increased breathing, and then barged inside his room, in her baby doll outfit, with some BS about his leaving his socks on the floor.In the night-light lit room, Wally could clearly see Eileen's wonderful 34C breasts with those pointy nipples, hanging from her tall 5'7" body. (She was.