My father was in the military, and therefore for the first 8 year of my c***dhood I didnt have a hometown. It wasn't until my 9th birthday that I met ...n actual friend. His name was Tye. Tye grew up next door to me. His father was also active duty military and quite often our parents would cook and bbq during the summer. For the years to come, Tye and I grew to be best friends. My father retired from the military, and we settled in our same town; in the same house. Our mother's grew very close. We were also very nervous. What if Tom and Sylvia shunned us? What if we were actually not OK with being swingers? What if seeing our spouse with another person brought feelings of jealousy? We drank a toast together, and determined that if we were not OK with swinging we would use the code phrase “I’m very cold.” That would tell the other spouse to stop swinging, that one of us was not OK with being a swinger.With that, the doorbell rang and my heart jumped as I realized we were about to try. She held Illia against her breast and fed her a nipple to comfort. I found that erotic. I had never had these feelings but watching Illia suckling was a very strong arouser. Alison got up and then placed Illia in my arms laying down and placed the girls lips onto my nipple. I had never had a c***d, but I realised that the stories I had heard about sexual feelings whilst feeding may be true. It was a warm and very deep feeling inside my core.Alison went over to the mother. She kissed her and. I entered her far more easily than I'd expected although that was probably due to her excitement, she drew her breath in sharply and held it as I pushed, then just as it seemed I wouldn't do it, the swollen head of my dome slipped in, and she let her breath out again with a satisfied sigh."Ooh darling," she whispered as she turned her face to mine. "That feels absolutely wonderful." You're tight, mum," I breathed as I began to move my hips."Terry, you've no idea how often I've dreamed of.