Brenda walked up to Ken and said, "Amy's contests get more risqué each year." Do they?" Yeah, she outdoes herself each year..."Amy called out, ...Everyone! Now it's time for the balloon toss." Why don't you play?" Brenda asked."Oh, I don't know. How about you?" I will if you will. Go on!" Well, okay," he answered."Let me just refresh my Coke, I'll be right over." Brenda walked away toward the coolers and Ken walked over to the group of people mingling around Amy.Amy had lain a bunch of. “I don’t want to be careful; I want you, Harry!”“We’ve known each other for over five years, and I see no reason to not love you, but we are getting married in a matter of days. Can’t we wait until then, beautiful girl?”“I know, but I just want to never not be next to you, for the rest of my life,” she said starting another kiss more romantic and erotic than they had yet experienced. “I feel you underneath me, I know about sex, do you?”“Uhm, a little. It’s not like they had a class at. "When was your last period?" she asked."Before I forced myself to lactate," I said. "I thought lactating women didn't have periods." A lot of lactating mothers don't," she said. "I never thought to ask about surrogates. Interesting." She went to her case of supplies and rummaged through it. She came out with a home pregnancy test and handed it to me. "You can use my bathroom," she said.I followed the instructions and took it out and gave it to her. She read the box and then laid it down and put. I spread my legs a little when I did, his hand fell between my legs. I took a hold of his hand and pressed it against my panties. My sons hand was now on my panty covered pussy.I could feel myself getting wet. I wanted more and when I removed my hand, he left his hand on me. He wasn’t moving it around or anything. He was just letting his hands rest on my pussy. I waited for him to start moving his fingers. Nothing maybe he was afraid to.I knew how to fix that and I took a hold of his hand and.