I squeezed them. Milk squirted from both nipples, splashing on my bare chest.“Mmm,” she purred, leaning down. Her dyed-blonde hair swept over her ...heeks. “Your father would want me to be happy. I know he's happy watching us from heaven.” Her tongue licked up my chest, gathering her milk. A tingle raced over my skin. “He's waiting for me and Vicky up there. He's glad that you're taking care of us.”I stared down at her. She was a submissive woman who was first tamed and dominated by my father. " So if Timmy is the opposite of Brock..." Abby surmised, a slightsmile on her face. "...I might understand why you've taken aninterest in him. Especially if he's a mama's boy, like you say." Oh, don't get me wrong. I don't hate Timmy at all. In fact, I likehim," Maggie remarked. "Maybe a little too much." That's what I mean, Maggs," Abby noted. "You say you like him alittle too much, and the next thing you know, you've got a collararound his neck, so to speak." Heh...naughty girl," Maggie. I hadhalf-expected to find it empty, but then why would it have beenlocked and the key have been hidden? And its weight told me thatit definitely wasn't empty.Many thoughts flew through my head when I looked inside - mainlythat children never really know their parents, or guardians, inmy case - the suitcase was filled with all kinds of outrageouslysexy stuff. I looked in amazement at the lingerie, sexy outfits,vibrators, porno magazines inside. I couldn't picture my auntwearing or using any of. "Another thing we've got in common, sir! I did a term paper on 'Music of the 40s and 50s' and I loved it!" Well I still like Celtic music best," said Krista, "like that CD we played last night." I think there's one coming up next in the player," said Kay, "should be time to hear it before we get to the hospital."The rest of the trip went smoothly, with several changes in topics of conversation, and I was pleased that the three of us were able to keep it at a good pace, regardless of topic. And.