I gasp at its size, trying to figure out how he’s supposed to fit in my small frame. I pull him back to me and kiss him. I’m really wet now, and ...ready for him, as ready as I can be anyway. One hand supports him above me, and the other is rubbing my breasts. “Are you sure?” he asks me. I nod my head. The hand at my breasts slowly moves down my body as he goes back to kissing me. He stops at my hips and moves his thumb in a circle where my hips dip down before my clit. His hand slowly moves. There are some labels George just won’t deal with. If you sign with one of them, he won’t be interested.”Liz looked around the room to Jill, Skye and me. I could see the question in her eyes. I looked to Jill and we both nodded slightly. Skye nodded a moment later.“We’re going to go a different route,” she hedged. “He won’t have to deal with anybody from a label he doesn’t like.”“I thought you might try to start your own label up there,” Glen said. “I can see it working. But it’s a lot of work. Does he also drinks your milk.”Mom said –“obviously yes. While suckin boobs, he drinks my milk too.”Abbas asked –“when I was an infant, did dad drank your milk.”Mom said –“yes. That time he drank the milk more than he drinks now. Because he liked it very when he drank my milk for the first time.”Abbas said –“but mom why did you allow dad to drink the milk that was produced to feed me.”Mom said –“what can I say him that don’t drink your sons milk.”Abbas said –“mom you may have said that you will. Entering this out of the way pizza place with Tracy Don asked to be seated in a back booth. After placing the order for a medium pizza and a pitcher of sangria they had a nice conversation. Although Don already knew what her and her husband did Tracy did mentioned what they did for work. The conversation continued when the pizza arrived. The looks and attention Tracy was giving Don had him thinking that possibly more could develop between them.Testing the water to see if something could develop.