It is a small agricultural town in the middle of nowhere. My Mom and Dad are Chinese Americans. They were strict parents – they did not allow me to ...date or bring friends to the house, use the internet or listen to music. Dad was very opinionated, and would lecture to the family. We did not dare contradict him. His views were intensely right wing – immigration should be banned, he said – and he hated trade unions. Except the Miller’s Union, where he was a Union rep. I enjoyed going to High. "No Sis, I'm breast feeding my baby."I knew the simulated infants were designed to eat and do everything likea real infant. The child would require real milk from a bottle toprocess and then actually fill a diaper to be changed. They requiredeverything the same as a real infant."Erika, you need to give it a bottle, they have to have adequatenourishment just like a real child," I reminded her. "How are you goingto do that by breast feeding?" I asked knowing that Donnie was about toask the same. Damn I came, rope after rope of man sauce and Lois took every bit, not so much as losing a drop. "Oh Ray, that was so good, I see myself wanting that quite often, so what do you think?'" "I'd say you filled one of my fantasies, rubbing your gold glasses and half-moons all over me and it was great." "Well, Ray, next time I'll have you cum them, so I can lick the stuff off them." Lois dropped in during the week with an eggplant casserole. I made a salad and we made some eggplant sandwiches. . He started massaging my neck and back really gently with lots of oil and was more like caressing than massage. It felt so relaxing and wonderful, and you know what all that oil does to me”.She had her eyes closed and were speaking slowly into the air, interrupted only by her own little sighs and moans of pleasure while I was pleasing her with my tongue.“He then moved on to my legs, and started by the feet, rubbing the palms of my feet, each toe individually, up the ankles, the lower leg and.