"Honey, I have a question" Shoot," I said. "Were you serious about your offer to help breastfeedthe baby?" Well uh yeah?I mean yes I was." Good. I did...some research and it seems that with some effort, you canproduce milk. They do it all the time for women who adopt and so on." Iwas now intrigued. What did I have to do I asked. She told me that wewould go visit my doctor and explain the issue. The next week we were inmy OB/GYN's office. She was delighted to help us. She prescribed somedrugs for. His broad chest made his shirts drape loosely over my torso. Overall I looked like a fashion nightmare, but he admired me nonetheless.I “helped” him work, which meant that I mostly got in the way and asked questions. To say that he was working hard is a poor description. His muscles bunched and flexed as he worked, shirtless, mixing his concrete by hand and artfully applying it until rough-hewn cut stone appeared as if by magic. Sweat poured off his body and would fly out in cascading drops. "She's certainly getting every thing she needs", Jane thought with a smile. ----------------------------------Max had his hands beneath her ass while he fucked his 8-inch cock into Cathy's dilated pussy. He loved the way she groaned every time he sank into her cunt. Even more, he loved the way her pussy milked him when she came. On his next stroke, he pushed a finger into her rectum and felt her body convulse in another climax."I'm gonna pump you full of hot cum, Honey", he said as he delivered. ”The elevator began to move.“What do you want?” I asked, trying to sound casual.He smiled. His eyes creased at the corners. “Well, originally, I wanted to arrange some kind of – get-together. But right now, I just wanted to ask why you’ve been, well - disregarding me.”“I’ve been – busy.” I said lamely.“Too busy to send a message?” He shook his head. “I think I need to teach you some manners.”I pressed my legs together hard. He stepped closer to me. I felt the world drop out of my stomach. “You.