Sarah repeated the process with the other nipple and Sissy gasped again."My oh my, my dear," grinned Jackie, "we need milking don't we?"Sissy squinted...fearfully at the two splashes on the bathroom mirror some two metres away. 'Had her milk done that', she asked herself. 'Sarah and Jackie's fingers had only brushed against her nipples.' Then she peered over her balcony to see the two tiny jets of milk still spurting a centimetre out of her nipples and realised that she was indeed expressing. I slowly slipped my fingers under my clothing to touch myself and think of the possibility of confronting my son. After my fingers had penetrated my delicate region and the pleasure of orgasm had calmed my body, I was able to return to myself. I let my fingers rest on the soft skin of my labia, lazily toying with the silky folds of my womanhood. Almost without thinking about it, I slipped off the pajama bottoms and slowly unbuttoned my top. My only thought as I prepared to sleep nude, was of. Like most desks, this one was empty except for a small pad. For a moment, he wondered why they used desks at all. They weren’t needed.Offices really weren’t needed either. With Confederacy technology, people could work literally anywhere. Proximity was necessary thanks to the physical laws of the universe – piddling things like Newton’s laws and Einstein’s relativity – but dedicated office space seemed like a waste.Still, the human race was resistant to change. More than likely if he asked the. .." One hundred twenty?" I thought. Oh -- yeah. --He's counting the post-season, right up until last night."I haven't looked it up," Paul continued, "but if they beat us again, it'll be 121 wins, and I'm pretty sure that nobody's ever won 121 games in one season before. I mean, we've only been doing this three-round playoff thing for a few years now. Not too many teams have really had the chance."But, Gentlemen, that's a whole lotta fucking baseball games! They're good -- no mistake!"Well, none.