' I thought to myself. 'Of course, nursing fromher probably has too...'I let myself be carried from the room and was soon deposited in thetoddler room...that I had been in the week before. It was a really largeroom, probably as big as many daycares were on their own back home... Aroom with cribs opened up off to the side for naps, while the main roomfeatured several changing tables lined up along one wall. Another doorrevealed a bathroom with short toilets for any genuine toddlers thatmight be. Footsteps came slowly across the room towards me.I did not even turn out from the window. I kept standing there, staring out into the night at the yard.“Do you want it now?”I asked, feeling him close to me.“It's not your loving Victor.” A deep unknown voice whispered into my ear.“What?”I began to open my mouth, but he was already behind me, his strong hands on my round hips and shoulders, stopping me from turning around.“What's going on?” I tried to struggle, “Where is Victor????”“Hush, babe,. In between she caresses my neck. Whether it is by chance or whether she had found somehow out about that spot I don't know. I do know that if I'm being kissed and caressed at that spot in the curve between neck and shoulder, just a bit to the front, above the clavicle, I'll go all soft and mellow and in no time I'll start to purr like a kitten. A kitten with a tingling pussy, that is. I guess even if she hadn't known about that spot before she does now, so far she has struck me as a very keen. ..well, intimacy.We hadn't had any form of sex in the three weeks since I'd changed. Wewere still close, and shared the odd kiss, but as far as sex went, Iwasn't nearly so keen. To be honest, I was quite surprised that Sallywas. For my own part, I wasn't feeling particularly sexy these days -bloated, swollen, aching and lactating, I'd certainly felt moredesirable in my lifetime.Sally went over to her top drawer and started rummaging."What are you looking for?" I asked."You'll see. Just lie on.