The rest of the weekend was spent recovering from the previous week and my erotic adventures with the cushion were largely forgotten about.I was worki...g again on Monday but my regular ladies were back on Tuesday, which enabled me to catch up on some paperwork at home. I worked solidly through the morning, disturbed only by our cleaner running the vacuum cleaner downstairs. By 11am I was finished, alone and feeling a little warm, as the study isn’t very well ventilated and it was hot outside. I. Of course, Nick was also my husband’s best man at our wedding and I suspect my husband will be best man at Nick’s wedding some day – unless my giving him a blowjob breaks up the lifelong friendship.Nick was over at our place one night having some drinks. Since Nick doesn’t have a wife or girlfriend for me to socialize with, I left him and my husband to drink and talk while I watched TV. I wasn’t paying much attention to what they were saying because Game of Thrones was on, and I’m a huge fan. I. ..you just made my week," I told her, almost at a loss for words."I'm glad." Was that, ummm, milk dripping out?"She nodded. "All the pushing and pulling I did has caused my breasts to express a little bit of milk. It's been that way since we started lifting heavier weights. I didn't want to mention it before. And it's the reason I bought the sports bra, so my clothes wouldn't stain around my breasts while exercising." That would be pretty distracting." It's something that lactating women. A door swung silently open and they stepped inside, their guide darting away into the night."Welcome once again to the Temple of the MotherGoddess of the Sea." It was the Elder Sister herself who greeted them. Jewel gasped in amazement as lamps were lighted, revealing the inside of the temple. No longer was this the tired, gentle, aging priestess who had received them on their first visit. Now the Elder Sister was a vibrant, commanding figure in ceremonial robes of green and blue. Her hair was.