I expect that you’ve already read my pathetic husband’s version of the last few months. I’ve just read it – and as a result he is curled in th... fetal position at my feet crying, maybe through remorse, but mostly because he has just sustained a reasonably brutal beating of his balls and cock, for being a LYING LITTLE SHIT! (He just received 3 more stamps from me on his bruised and unbelievably swollen member).Some of what he told you is undoubtedly true. He has for the last 9 months spent his. Laurel showed Zara how to express the milk from her breasts as Bitsy held the hatchling, once her milk started flowing Bitsy opened the tiny mouth and rubbed her lips on the milk, a tiny tongue licked her lips then sighed and she closed her eyes again, Bitsy frowned then opened the tiny mouth again this time putting it over Zara's nipple as Zara expressed the milk into her mouth, Laurel sighed "she isn't suckling but at least she's swallowing some of it" Bitsy nodded "we're going to need some. She thought if she could get up she could run and get Mum and Daddy. She managed to get her feet underneath her and started to stand. She was kicked in the ankle and started to fall. Hands grabbed her and kept her standing, bending her head to the mattress. But something was wrong, there was someone else there. She was slapped in the back of the knees, forcing them apart. Her slightly heeled shoes opened her Pussy anyway, but opening her legs left her sore pussy further. Someone was going to. She was staring at me with lust deep in her eyes. I held my gaze as I slowly kissed away from her waist line, making my way over her navel, before kissing just underneath her breasts. I ran my tongue under the swell of each boob, watching her reaction as my lips came together between her fleshy globes. The frustration was beginning to build within her, evident from the way her lips were barely apart, to the transformation of them coming together and her eyebrows furrowed. I smirked at her.