Opening the box and holding it up toward me, he spoke again. ‘Will you marry me?’ For once, there were no jokes in mind, no witty bits of repartee...to lighten the mood. In fact, it seemed that there were no words in me at all. The silence began to stretch out, and David looked scared. Trying to force words out of my tightened throat, I answered from my heart. ‘I thought you’d never ask.’ After we embraced, I began to think again, that hug unlocking my frozen responses. I started to look for my. Many of the other students were jealous of me. I chose Boston Metro Tech partly because I knew most of them wouldn’t go there. My chief rival, Lucas Slade, is a third-generation Boston College High School alumnus. He’s an Irishman with teutonic looks. Tall, lean, blond-haired and blue-eyed. He was the captain of the Football team and also the Vice President of the Men in Engineering Club. When he learned that I wouldn’t be heading to Boston College, he was thrilled. I spent the past four years. I can’t explain it. It’s like my life only started when I became “in-milk” – my life revolves around feeding him, I’d do anything for him (and do!). I love him more than life itself. And all because of being “in-milk”!” Amanda then asked curiously “do you always have sex after he suckles?” I answered, truthfully “yes – always – at least three times a day, every day of the year! Breastfeeding a man is the most sensual and sexual thing I have ever done – I’m permanently horny - always ready. ( she doesn't wear a bra around in the house at night, so i get a good look at them.) I took a vacation day one day couple weeks ago, and woke up about 9:30 or so. I walk down the hall and can hear her in the kitchen talking to her little dog. I walked on in and there she was sitting at the table, smoking, in her silky night gown. She blurted out, "thought nobody was here. Did you take off?" I smiled and said,"yea. needed a day off." My eyes were glued on her tits that were barely in her gown..