I suspected that Elizabeth's mother wanted toestablish for Elizabeth that breast-feeding was a perfectly ordinarything and that her daughter should tr...at it just as Angelica did, namelya simple biological function. We settled in the wheel-back kitchen chairs and were soon blissfullyfeeding the babies while the girls looked on with interest. A couple oftimes I caught Jemima glancing at me slightly nervously but as timepassed and we three 'feeders' idled the time away with more chat,. By the time she gets home from school I'm in bed sleeping. I'm up and gone by six-thirty in the morning so in effect we do not see each other until the weekend. The upside is that we are so happy to see each other that we almost never argue about anything and even though I wasn't happy about it I was adjusting to a sex on the weekend only routine. The only fly in the ointment was having to sit in the office and listen to Dale and the other guys talk about their sex lives.Dale, being single, was. She wondered what she would tell people when she eventually got out. She wondered how she would assimilate into the real world. She compared her plight to those of the black slaves. At least they had clothes and shelters, she said to herself. Yes, they were mistreated but did anybody suffer like she was suffering? She thought about Adriana and Kirra, how they were doing. How they were holding up. She kept digging, keeping in mind that her shovel could break any time. She tried to make it easy. .. give it here," she told me ... pulling me closer, rubbing the head of my prick up and down her slick, messy split, tickling her now somewhat sensitive clit with it even then. I started to ease forward, wondering, but she pulled away, answering that question. "No! That's the one thing I can't ... and won't do!" She said simply. "If this isn't enough for you..." she left off saying."No, it is ... I only thought that maybe..." Sorry, no maybes ... not ever. Everything else yes ... just not.