“Have a seat,” the attractive chick pointed at the futon. She went to the stove in the kitchenette and stirred the mixture. “You ready to eat, b...by?”“Yeah,” the high school football coach answered. “I didn’t eat before I got here,”Faith put a heaping portion of angel hair pasta on a square plate, She topped it with a few meatballs and some of the sauce, “Goddamn, girl! This shit good as hell,” the high school football coach shared.“I’m glad you like it. It’s just an easy throw together recipe,”. We agreed that I would provide him with milk and that he would suckle me, at least 3 times a day, 365 days of the year. In an ANR, you can’t have a day off – the milk still gets made, the breasts still swell, they still need nursing – regardless. It is a joint time commitment like no other. Because of this, I resigned myself to what was going to happen on Saturday and told myself that it would just be a one-off. After all, I did enjoy fucking – always had done – and he’d obviously made up his. I don't remember where I heard about doing thatbut I picked it up somewhere and filed it, thinking it might be handy oneday.That took care of my brain washing, so then I was pleased to hear themsaying that although I was surgically changed quite dramatically, narrowwaist, larger hips and a large implants to make my breasts, they wouldonly be altering the appearance of my man bits. I think that if I hadn'tknown that was going to be the case I really would have given up. Theytucked them away. My lips parted and our tongues dueled, we both wanted more. Already our breathing was labored and our bodies on fire. I reached down and could feel how hard he was getting. My fingers wrapped around his thick 8 inch cock, he was so big and thicker than any guy I knew. He moaned into my mouth as I stroked his cock. I moved off him to get better access and by now his hands were exploring my body. First my tits and then lower, his fingers found my pussy and he teased my clit while he shoved two.