”“Perhaps. And perhaps you need only be patient so that he may decide in his own time.”Charity sighed and shook her head. They were quiet again ...or a time.Ezekiel stood. “Here, help me unbind my chest and don a nightgown. We must feed Hope before we go to bed. Would you like to do once more that thing Mother showed us so you may feed Hope from your own breasts?”Charity smiled. “Indeed! That would please me, greatly.”Charity held Hope to her breast and watched with large eyes as Hope suckled.. Both their boys, Graham 17 away at college and Kevin at 15 just started boarding school, the flat seemed empty now. the silence echoing round the empty suddenly joyless room seemed oppressive. Terry sat silently stunned for a long time as he took in the situation, the awful tension in the room made more poignant by the October rain slatting un-noticed against the windows of their big old flat above the high street dress shop, traffic rumbled past as always, and the chiming clock, a family. I spread her pussy lips with my fingers and put my tongue as far as it could go inside. I pressed her boobs simultaneously.She was moaning with pleasure as she held my hairs and pushed my head towards her pussy. “Just Eat Me, I am all yours” she demanded. I slurped all parts of her pussy, sometimes lightly fingering her and sometimes rubbing her clit. Suddenly, she moaned very hard and came even harder on my face. It felt so good. She was breathing heavily now and wanting to say something.I. A yellow fleece blanket warmed her as she turned the pages. The wind rattled the old windows, the panes tinted from the layers of frost. Maggie closed the novel that wasn’t holding her attention, deciding to make some cookies. Before she even stood, there was an odd knock on the door. ‘Steve? You’re back earl—oh.’ An old man leaned against the doorframe. Snow clung to his beard, masking the true color. Neither his hands nor his head had protection from the weather. Maggie knew their cabin was.