I was still rooted to the spot with no idea on what to do or say. Then my feet got some will power of their own as I pulled my boxers up and I was abl... to make a bolt for the safety of our own bedroom slamming the door behind me.I lay there under the covers in my bed as a few minutes went by and my mother-in-law had not appeared yet to yell at me for being a peeping Tom. My heart and mind were still racing at what I had seen my her doing. My cock had regained its hardness again and my hand was. I fear I shall go insane before the spell is broken.”“Fear not, I shall return to you and I can bring help. I have many servants.”“No Agathon, tell no one about me.”“Oh, why not?”“I am a foreigner in your land, my situation would make me the object of scorn and ridicule. Furthermore, I cannot defend myself nor can I leave here to find other shelter. It has been my good fortune that you found me and I want you, only you, to return.”I looked at her for a while then gently I said,“Very well, as. .” Abby blushed when she realized I was talking about sex.Abby decided to postpone talking about moving until after we’d eaten. She tore through the kitchen fixing us comfort food, which we ate in front of the fake fire, in front of the electric fireplace. It was cold outside, and neither of us wanted to dress and go out, so what that meant was a fake fire and comfort food were the order of the day.The heat from the fake fire was so comforting that we fell asleep on the hide-a-bed, cuddled. The milk droplets began falling many, many times faster now, dripdripdrip, into the glass below. But, as her palm reached my areola, she moved her hand so that her five fingertips were pushing hard, directly upward into my heavy breast. Only then did they pinch inward, capturing my swollen, erect nipple at their center, and pulled downward toward the glass. Five or six thin little jets of milk burst from all around the nipple. Fortunately, she had lifted the glass with her other hand, putting.