Damn, if the government didn’t find out. Their bean counters did the math. It seems that their costs per child for mental health, medical, and denta... were exorbitant. Compared to the cream of the crop medical staff at my orphanage, for lack of a better term, the quality of care the kids got previously was comparable to having surgery in the middle of a cow pasture with no alcohol and a rusty, dull jackknife. Add in the costs of housing, feeding, clothing, and transporting each orphan. It saves. That excited me. I saw the cute shyness in her eyes while holding the baby in her arms and laying her on my lap adjusting the baby to take the feed. The second day I asked her to adjust the breasts instead of the baby for which she tried holding the breast from above my nighty, but that wasn’t the right way. I told her to hold the breast directly and do the needful. The shy girl had no choice but to serve me.With trembling hands, she held my left breast and guided it closer to the baby’s mouth.. A small cart came up to the main entrance and a clergyman of modest dress descended to greet us. He introduced himself to us as Pere Anton and explained that he had recently buried the entire family of former residents behind the church with nobody in attendance except for the gravedigger. The family had consisted of a mother and father and two small boys of uncertain age whose names were Homer and Horace but that he was not sure which was which so he buried them in the same grave and placed a. Not wanting his fun to end, he slowed and pulled out tantalizingly slow, making her whimper softly into the pillow, her fingers grasping the bed sheets so tightly that her knuckles became the color of pure snow. He smacked her ass cheek, the sudden clap seeming to ring in both their ears, the blonde jumping from the sudden spank and yelping from the pain. Again, she moaned. Spank my ass again. She pleaded, her own hands cupping her breasts and massaging the sensitive buds between her thumbs and.