”That last part got to me. It was too much like a plea for help for me to ignore... or so I thought.“Sure, if that's what you want.” I said re...uctantly.She breathed a sigh of relieve; and then, if that wasn't out of nowhere changed the subject, “You know, there's something I've always wanted to do but never have. Can you guess what that is?” The truth is, by then, I was afraid to ask.Since she was looking through the back door glass when as she said it. Something told me I knew what it. A lot of women who breastfeed enjoy this for the pleasure which it provides them."She smiled at me, "Bravo! I'm lucky you like milk. More?"Olga had a good sense of humor so we laughed a little."What I read on the Net that lactation combined with sex is even more pleasurable. The released oxytocin causes orgasm and euphoria," I continued my humorous exam."Yes, the constant sex twice a day is important, not daily one. If you were far from home, I would use an electric breast pump to lactate. "You know the drill James. Lock down from the second the quake starts...Besides your sister and I have seen it all before." I grinned teasingly. "Come on, jump out and put your robe on." I crossed the room to pull the glass shield over the bathroom window and secure it in place. Glancing at Sophie, I could see that she was already pulling the over pads - cushioned panels which covered the sink and toilet, preventing injury from collision with them, from the storage cupboard.Behind me, James was. I advised him to take hot water shower and get body massage (malish) from a professional. He informed me that he is a PG and he gets hot water 1 bucket only in morning. I offered him to come with me to my place as I was alone for some weeks now and he can have hot water shower at my home. He accepted my offer and we packed our bags and started on my bike towards home.As I started he sat behind me and the bags were tied to the carrier, the road was bad and he jumped in the first 10 miters itself.