As I wipe the table with a dish rag, I silently thank that the muse of comedy has seen fit to grant me a sense of humor when it really counts. I track...the dull padding of her feet as she walks around her room, then down the hall, and into the bathroom. There is the muffled squeaking of pipes as she turns on the water and steps into the shower. I try not to think about her voluptuous body, wet and soapy...Trying not to think about it.After booting up my poor laptop to make sure no serious damage. She would often dream of the day she had a baby nursing on her tits.She lay down on the bed and watched as he quickly stripped. Then he practically pounced on her. He kissed her deeply for a couple of minutes before moving down to her tits where he latched on to a nipple.“Woah! What is this? Are you making milk? Cool!” With that, he latched on again, sucking with even more gusto.Tamara took in his exclamation and realized that explained why her tits were larger and tender to the touch. “It must. She would wave to him when he looked in her direction. He wouldn't wave back, but always seemed to smile when she did. After some time the man stood up and walked down a path that lead into some trees. Sophie noticed the mans' departure. Looking to her mother, who was in deep conversation among the adults, she scampered off toward the direction of the man. Her little feet padding along the path as her summer dress swayed. The man turned off the path and deeper into the tree's. She followed.. Fumbling frantically, I pulled my pants up and exited the stall to face Gerald, who had a shitfaced grin.“We’ll discuss this later,” Gerald said before we both joined the others.I was pleased that in the subdued light, nobody could see the flushed embarrassment on my face. I could not stop wondering, however, what Gerald would want to discuss with me about the occurrence.The meal was as good as the night before because Betty had visited the town close by to buy fresh produce while the men and I.