I wondered what it would be like to feel my breasts swell to the point of pain, filling up with milk until my nipples dripped. Needing you to suckle m... for relief, to feel the milk being drawn out of me. It was a big commitment, but I could see how badly you wanted it. You'd done all the research, of course; you knew exactly what needed to be done. You ordered the herbs, and a breastpump. Within a week we'd begun our regimen of suckling 15 minutes on each side, six times a day. I began using. But to me that was an odd feeling. I was not used to the boaty feeling it produced.I quickly glanced down at Marla’s crotch. The bump moved Marla a bit in her seat and also afforded us, in the front seats, a far better view.As I mentioned, it was a sunny day and as the sun reflected off of the snow into my eyes I adjusted my mirror and visors. I did so, so that I could see more of my wife in the mirror. I could almost see her pussy in it without making it real noticeable. I was getting pretty. She just looked at me wished good night and turned to leave the room.She was wearing her usual satin gown with her boobs protruding out in the fabulous outline. Her dark black hair loosely tied. I could see the panty lining sticking to her gown. I gently held her hand as she turned to leave. My hands were wet as I had just come out of the bath.She tried to free her hands not forcefully but playfully trying to twist and get away from me. I strengthened my hold and pulled her towards me. She. ”“I’m curious about something — you didn’t ask those questions about Maggie or Angie. Was that because they approached with belief?”“I don’t know because the situation with Kimiko isn’t something I’ve encountered before. That said, one could say that both Angie and Maggie chose to investigate Orthodoxy because of me. Is that REALLY different?”“I don’t know how to answer that. What are you going to do?”“Talk to the bishop and see what he says. Then, just take things one day at a time and see.