Bobby bent to suckle on a nipple while the palm of his hand feathered its mate. I held his mouth to my breast as though he were the baby that I someda... hoped to have. And as I had that thought, my subconscious mind added the words 'with him' and my body shivered with the effrontery of that thought about a young man that I had just met. In church, no less.Again we parted, this time each with a slight look of embarrassment as my skirt and his slacks were removed from the field of battle. I stood. “Mostly we have to change all the animal patient stuff for people stuff. I’m sure Dave and Penny would love some input from you on that.”“Sure! I’d love to help.”“Did we get the final proof of the logo from Jeremiah Brown?” I asked Julia.“Yep. He dropped it off last week. Jorge gave it to me when we arrived. It’s totally cool. It’s Napoleonic ‘N’ super-imposed over a Russian Onion Dome. Jeremiah and Dave came up with that right before finals.”She showed everyone the drawing and it was. Typical article about clothing, men, sex, and so on but this one was a first. It was an article about the use of vaginal fluids to remove acne. While the idea seems preposterous her son Johnny was in serious need of any possible solution. With multiple visits to several dermatologists nothing seemed to work. In fact, we even tried the old country method of raw milk straight from the cow onto his face: no dice. While that had worked for his sister when she was going through this stage in life,. Her face was conventionally pretty and her jet black hair framed it perfectly. Her breasts were young, plump and firm, needing no support, with proud little nipples which a touch of rouge emphasised nicely. The belly, pouting mons veneris, and the crack between her thighs had been shaved or plucked so clean of hair that Ramzy El-Najjar could imagine it had not yet grown any and the inner edge of the lips glistened where they had been oiled ready for entry. Her legs were long and agreeably well.