The conversation was smooth and easy. I could see why my son enjoyed her, beauty AND personality. Too soon, she had to leave to get ready for my son c...ming home. As she walked away, I was finally able to see her taut ass. It was the tightest, heart shaped, ass that I had ever seen. Watching the muscles ripple as she walked away brought an instant stiffening. I figured it probably would be better if I wasn’t home when my son got there. I was feeling kind of guilty for lusting after my son’s. I had all of one second to look before the placed the long thick nipple in the baby's mouth. The baby began to suckle and I could see its tiny mouth working to get the milk."I'm sorry, Terry," Mrs. Franks was saying. "We believe in natural feeding and it makes no difference where we are when the baby is hungry." I had no comment and finished my work.From that point on it became a ritual. They would come in, she would release one large milk filled breast and nurse her baby. I will admit her side. ?Is that so hard to notice?? ?No, but I thought I might join in.? ?Yeah, but that isn’t going to happen, is it?!? she said harshly. .She turned to her girlfriend again. I began to feel like a loser and thought that if I hadn’t been drunk none of this would have happened. But I was drunk and I still couldn’t bring myself to leave. I couldn’t get much lower anyway. ?Look, you’ve got really nice hair?? ?Shut the fuck up!? the pretty girl yelled. ?Hey, I’m just trying to be nice here?? I said,. We’ll be right back.”I watched Ellen make Amelia feel at ease, smiling, laughing. Amelia glanced over to me and smiled.“She’s a natural,” Peter said, leaning in from behind.“Yeah.”Three minutes later, Amelia was sitting at a grand piano. The audience was quiet. She waited a long time before moving. Worry wormed through my gut. Then I saw her touch the keys in a familiar caress. Her eyes closed. Dark notes started in a familiar sound. Then Amelia started singing. The hair on my neck stood up.She.