The funny thing was that her milk jugs were pressed right in his face and his head was movin' around trying to get away! Shit I laughed. He even tried...pushin them jugs away with his tongue but Mom would not budge. Mom must not have found any bugs on his head cos her hand went under the sheet, probably to see what he was scratching at. She must have found one but was having trouble catchin' it because her hand was going up and down real fast. You had to feel kinda sorry for old Mr. Jackson,. “It is the most natural thing in the world,” she said, cuddling her master’s head, his mouth resting on a still-moist nipple.“Really? Are there other men who like doing this?”“I have no doubt at all. I think your daughter Anna is letting a lucky man drain her breasts of milk right now as we speak.”Thompson looked up at Zophia in shock. “I had no idea she was still servicing temple guests in her condition!” Anna’s condition was identical to Zophia’s, she too being five month’s pregnant, and also. ”I nodded. “What do you think Andy’s going to do? Newton’s Third Law, remember. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction! He’s going to do something.”McRiley blinked as he gave it some thought. It was John who answered first. “He’s going to label you as an out-of-control vigilante.”Brew nodded. “Good, very good. That’s what I’d do. Then I’d get creative!”“And lie,” I said, feeling like I was sucking a lemon.“Andy doesn’t lie. He’s just morally flexible,” said Brew.“Like a rubber. "Now this' a car!" I help her in and drive her back to my apartment, stealing glances at her incredible figure along the way. I open the door to my apartment and happily help her take off her high heels, catching her before she fell on her butt."Nice place. Where's my bed?" she asks, stumbling across the living room."In here." I open my bedroom door and help her onto the bed."I can't sleep in jeans silly." She fumbles with her belt buckle and I help her, sliding off her pants to reveal her pink.