He hungrily nursed the soothing nectar that spurted from the rosy tips of her mammaries. The taste was sweeter than honeysuckle, yet with an airy puri...y that contained no trace of a sugary aftertaste. He moaned with joy, the sheer pleasure of suckling Lily's nectar/milk was nearly a religious experience.There were still some aspects of human society she feared she would never comprehend; each day she surrounded herself with the flower of male youth, filled to the brim with pent-up lusts. Why. I would drink as she commanded me. As usual, after she was finished peeinginto my open mouth, she would reward me with the blindfold off for one hour.I came to enjoy looking at her body, and her beautiful face, more and more. We continued with this strange piss play for a few weeks, then one day shecommanded me to move my mouth forward as usual, but the smell was all wrong.My face touched a round smoothness, where before there had been curled pubichair. The smell of shit was noticeable, too.. I went to capture her lips again before she stopped me. ‘Beau, I can’t do this to you, it wouldn’t be right.’ ‘What wouldn’t?’ She went suddenly red and a pain filled her eyes, she pulled away from me. ‘You can tell me anything Theia, you can trust me.’ Unsure, she took a deep breath and said ‘Okay. You see the thing is, I’ve only been with a few guys and it’s because they all left me, Because I never had an orgasm with any of them.’ I was shocked. How could it be that no one had ever given. " Your Father," Bob finished, his hands dropping limply to his sides, "I know, Miranda. I've never tried to replace Nicholas, not with Vivian, and not with you. And I've never expected you to call me dad, either. Now then, I'm not telling you this as a parent, I'm asking you this as a friend. For your mother's sake."Miranda threw her hands down onto the wooden railing, gripping it so tightly that her knuckles immediately turned white. "I, I have my reasons for not staying," she managed, pushing.