.. I'm sorry what just happened. It was inappropriate and stupid of me."My head nods negatively but she wasn't looking at me but at the floor between ...us.Suddenly she is gone, the door to her bedroom closing. A moment later, I could hear her shower running.I sit stunned. What have I done!Starting supper, mother reappears wearing an old over-sized cotton sweat pants and a over-sized tee-shirt, she appears beside me without a sound and the two of us prepare a generous meal. At the table mother. When she finally delivered and came back to her house I went to her house to see the kid. She started chatting with me and suddenly the kid started crying, she just lifted him and started breast feeding him in front of me. I was taken aback seeing her breasts and the milk drops falling from her nipples.While feeding her son she kept chatting with me and found that I was looking at her breasts. She asked me if I am seeing someone’s breasts for the first time and I just nodded. She laughed at me. “This is a serious scientific study. We don’t need children’s books.”“Who led you on your journey, Phillip? Who told you the story? Look at the name. Ben Wills. I’ve discovered that Benjamin Wilton wrote fiction under that name.”“Wilton? Writing children’s books?““Phillip. Please stop talking in italics. If he couldn’t get anyone to believe him with scientific research, why shouldn’t he put it down as a children’s story and hope some little believer would rise to take up the search?” Margaret. Gently rolling her growing dick in his fingers, whist still a little in shock, he took it in between his thumb and 2 fingers, whilst growing but still limp, sliding his fingers up and down along its growing length.Anita’s eyebrows dropped and a smile broke out, she leant in and pecked him on the cheek. The warm limp short sausage continued to grow and filled with blood, he was soon able to roll his hand around it and just lightly squeeze it, as he continued to stroke it. Yes it was what he.