Smita happily asked Rahul “so there you go my boy! What do you want?” Rahul replies with a sense of awkwardness in his face “Can I have your bre...st milk?” Smita thought for awhile and then replied “Yes you can but only after dinner and not any time in day.” as Smita accepts the proposal of breastfeeding, Rahul’s sunken face Seems to brighten up in a beam of hope and excitement to enjoy this heavenly pleasure.They came to the dinner table and were having their usual soft conversation while. For me, sex wasn’t an emotional thing, it was just a pastime, except with Brianne. I had no problem getting a piece of ass before and after her. If I kept my emotions out of it, I wouldn’t get hurt. But once I put my heart into a woman, I’m in it all the way – kindness, romance, and most of all, respect for the woman I’m with. Looking back to the first day I met Andrea, I wanted all of that, but I purposely put all of that out of my head because I was afraid of getting hurt. Ironically, I’m. Besides, I wouldn’t be much of a gent if I didn’t come to the aid of this damsel in distress!’ I couldn’t help but laugh at that. I slow began to relax, a familiar confidence glimmering inside. ‘Talk about corny! Very sweet of you all the same though.’ I rewarded his generosity with a genuine smile as I accepted his lovely warm jacket. There was a long pause at that point. My infant bravado did a runner as we stood facing each other. Was it my imagination. or was he resting his hands on my. "You will obey me and only cum when I say so, Jerri," I commanded himas I tugged harder."Cum now! Right now! Jerri! Cum NOW!!!!" I shouted. He exploded. Iwatched in amazement.There is a such fleeting moments an insight to be seen, an inwardnessthat gets exposed; it's there, briefly, as the orgasms rise and ascend--- right there! that moment! --- and I saw his.Jerrie was happy. Frankly, it made me feel happy seeing him happy.And then I refocused my vision. Jeremy, my husband, on all.