’ Holy shit I thought to myself, he saw me in my women’s boys shorts, but I didn’t respond. Then I felt something and I peeked and saw his foot ...touching my lower leg. Do I wear a sign on my head that say’s hit on me? I’m not sure of the brand, we can look at them when we go back to my locker, I said, Did you want to get a pair for yourself? ‘Not really’ I thought you said you liked them? ‘I liked them on you, the pink is cute’ I opened my eyes and looked right at him but before I could say. Mom didn't want Shelia to be embarrassed or uncomfortable because of my presence.I remained in the upstairs hallway so I could listen in on the conversation between the two women. Mom was very cordial and polite. She began by apologizing and once again explaining her reasons for acting as harshly as she did."It's just that my son means every thing to me." Mom said in an almost tearful voice. "Ever since I walked in on his father having sex with our next door neighbor, Robbie is all I have left.. Oh my god, those were very perfect in shape.I was in love with those boobs and took those big melons inside my mouth. I was pressing the other one. I was slowly biting her tits. She kept pressing my head against those big melons. She was enjoying that very much as well as me. I came top of her and looked into her eyes. I could see the lust in her eyes.I took those pants off and went near her pussy which was already wet. It was clean shaved. I kissed her on her pussy lips. By this time she. Her full burqa helped hide the loss.Abby and I noticed that Michal was also melancholy in the first days after the child was gone, though she had absolutely no memory of him, knowing of him only through her diary. Abby and I have a private theory that Michal's emotional bonding to the child went beyond physical memory, beyond the hormonal changes at the end of lactation. We're not sure what we could ever do with this knowledge, and we are keeping very quiet about it, not even mentioning it to.