I hope you didn't cum said Johnathon and I was laughing as I got out of the car and pulled my skirt down, no I didn I said but those heated seats ...sure were nice on my butt , and we were laughing. I pulled all the bags with the clothes and shoes Johnathon had bought me off the back seat and kicked the door closed ,the look I got was one of don ;t do that, so I smiled and said sorry, and he pushed a bunch of numbers on the doorbell thing ,and we went in.Holy Christ ,the place was the size of. Jo wanted to drink my breast milk and the thought made my knees buckle again. We were suddenly both saying words that mage no sense, we were actually communicating at a more base level, it was sexual attraction and instead of taking his proffered mug, I lifted my sweater and brassiere in one move and Joe's mouth was filled with my flowing nipples, the pleasure was indescribable, and my gibberish became sexualized. 'Good daddy;, I moaned as he licked and suckled my breasts and nipples, 'Suck. Mom opened the door and sat my pills on the night stand next to my bed. "here you go now your dad called he needs me in the courtroom with your statement of everything that happened she said pulling out her camera phone. "they said write it down when you woke up but I think recording it like this will buy the jury." she gave me a wink. with lily next to me like this they could not resist. we recorded my statement and then mom kissed my forehead. "ok ill be back in a few hours lily take care of. I seem to remember her wearing a brimmed white hat too.Her text was sparse, which was a downside, because I often contacted women who had a witty profile, with or without an attached photo. In fact, I searched for those precisely because by then I had read so much uninspired dating prose. There was way too much about “fine dining” and “walking on the beach.” I got to writing things in my profiles like, “I can’t afford fine dining, but mediocre dining is fine” and “I don’t have a beach house,.