He was 2 years old. The only ask that he be raised similiarly to the way he would have been raised in his native land. My friend agreed.My friend love... him dearly and even took sometype of injections that would allow her breast to produce milk. She soon was able to nurse him. She felt that they could bond better if he was at her breast. I agreeded, having nursed all three of my babies.Knowing that he would never know his own family and his own homeland, my friend spoiled him! She did everything. I told her to talk with her husband about her feelings or see a councillor for that which could overcome your problem. She said that she had tried every possible ways but her problem still persists. I left her house after such talks thinking whether shall I be doing right by satisfying her needs. After some days there came a time when her husband went on a tour for his official work. The day he went she came to my house and said that she wanted my help as some pest control was to be done at a. A soft hand touched my shoulder, but the arm wasn’t bare, like Dawn’s should be.The hand had clear manicured nails, a white shirt covered the arm, a small diamond ring and a gold wedding band on her finger. It was my mom’s hand. As she turned me towards her, I saw her shirt was open, her breasts hung free from her bra, she had no skirt on, a pair of her lace top nude stockings covered her legs, and a tiny pair of black panties barely covered her private areas. She kneeled down, and fed my penis. ‘You need a trainer…someone to motivate you…with a structured plan.’ Of course Beth was correct in her assessment but most on-campus trainers were far too pricey for my wallet. ‘That would be great but I can’t afford to pay for…’ I stated gloomily and my voice trailed off. There was a long pregnant pause before I heard Beth’s upbeat voice, ‘I’ll do it and won’t cost you a penny.’ I gawked at Beth in disbelief. The girl who made my heart go pitter-patter whenever I was around her was making me.