"Nursing, in a babies context, is not a conscious thought but driven bya biological imperative through neuralgic connections you are born with.You are...not taught to nurse, yet you as a baby and babies, nurse. Toucha babies cheek and it will turn it's head in the direction of thattouch. It will also be stimulated to suckle. Those are directed byyour neurological constructs," Susan said."How does that connect to me, now, as an adult?" Chuck asked."Regression, or the act of regression, promotes. I look down to see my cock sticking up in my silk boxers. Oh no! I didn't know it was that bad! "How about you come to my room, let's let Jordan sleep, shall we," Coach Riley asks. I look up. In the dim moonlight, I can make out his gentle warm smile. "Ok," I nod. He leads me down the hall and the last door on the right. He slides his card through and we walked in. He flashed the light on. I looked up at him, to see him in a silky red bathrobe. My cock hardens even more. Even though we had. Reaching down, I begin fingering my pussy and watch the steam surrounding my hot pussy in the cool air.I had not ever noticed that the trees, as naked as I was on the spring morning before the leaves were fully out, I saw light streaming from my neighbor's garage door. There, sitting on their porch, was Chris, my neighbor's husband. He too was wearing a robe; open, with his cock out, stiffly exposed in the cool breeze.I could see that he was watching me play with myself, and saw that his hands. “We have gotten pretty close since the divorce,” Don said. “I helped her move her stuff out of her old house and dealt with all the crap her ex was doing to her. She’s like a little sister.”I got the hint. He wanted to know my intensions toward his “sister”. “I am falling hard for her Don. I care about her a lot,” I said. “She is still feeling the pain from the divorce. I’ll do what I can to be there for her.”“I appreciate that,” Don said. “I think she really needs someone like you in her.