Feeling safe I gently carried on, remembering young breasts and young primal erections, being caressed and kissed. 'Hey,' said a female voice softly, ...hattering my memories, 'May we sit and watch?'I realised a young couple had come round the corner of the wood, rather than through it. She was in cut off denim shorts, and a buttoned shirt knotted beneath her breasts. Only about 5' 3", slender, with small breasts, but with beautiful latin eyes, and short straight hair. He was in shorts too, and a. Dad just told me that it was his man milk and it was very similar to the milk that I used to get from mum.Again this kept happening at bath times for about a month. Eventually I asked him if I used to have his mans milk when I was a baby and when mum wasn't around. He told me that it was for when children get older, about the age that I was. Then he asked me if I would like to try it seeing as he thought I was old enough now.Of course I did, I didnt know any better. He told me that to get it. ..We found a little dinner just off of base and went in and found a seat in a booth. My husband and I on one side and my daddy sat across from us. We ordered our food and as we waited we talked about things that he had missed here at home as i was going down the list in my mind of everything he missed I slowly spread my legs and hiked my skirt up a little without my dad noticing I grabbed my husbands hand and whispered.."this missed you".... That started both of our juices flowing after a year. It's his job. That's wrong." Malarkey. He said okay, didn't he?"Lowered her voice to a whisper (like Joyce could hear us): "I don't like that Joyce woman, do you?"I nipped it. "Girl, nothing is going on and you know it. He's totally devoted to you."And he was, we'd go out together, the three of us. Never, ever did I see that man ogle other women, not-one-time. I had to quit doing it because I was embarrassed that he didn't and I felt an ass doing it in his presence, much less hers. And he never.