She wasn’t gagged anymore, but her voice was weaker by now. She had been bathed every night, albeit in her sleep, since she arrived at whatever faci...ity this was, and she had even been given water to drink, along with some vitamins. She had not, however, been allowed any solid food, and her stomach growled once again. She also noticed that she had been subjected to an extreme cleanse, her body flushed out of anything previously in her system. This included any oxycontin or any other. Can i have her really? Oh god gives me courage.Then her child started crying. I asked her why he was. She said that he wanted to have breast milk. I then think what a perfect question it was. I ask her if she was having problem for me. She saidO no no. It is okay.Then i became relax. She started feeding him by covering her with the swal. But still he was notStopping crying… I asked herWhat happens now?She smiled and said,He is not comfortable under cover.Then! Remove that shawl.She seemed to be. "Out!" They raced out the front door, but we could allstill hear them laughing in the front yard. "Girls, let's pick up thepieces and mop up the spill." They went off to fetch dustpan, broom, andmop."What just happened?" Rachel asked."As it turns out," I said, gesturing to the sofa where we both went andsat down. "Skyla has apparently never tasted goats milk before. Shevomited and made the original mess you saw her cleaning up. As for therest, I think she just tripped on her skirt." Does she. We talked and got to know each other and it turned out that we shared several interests. Earl was my age, tall and wiry, and was a traveling salesman. Marge was the office manager for an insurance company and she was a knock out. Shoulder length red hair, green eyes, mouth watering tits and, according to her tight Levi's, an ass to die for.We became good friends. Earl and I played golf together on weekends, he helped me work on the '65 Mustang I was restoring, and I helped him finish his.