A voice inside told her she had reached a place of safety where she was welcome. She began gently to hum, then to sing, eyes intent on the sky. She dr...opped her clothes as so much extra baggage and took up her staff and cup in her hands. Her athame, she thrust through the elastic band of her underwear. She rapped time with her staff on the ground, body swaying, head tilting, eyes following the dance of the stars. Her feet left the ground, one after the other, as her body sensed the rhythm of the. I was pressing her boobs as hard as I can and kissing her constantly .she saw my hard on and asked me “can I touch it ” I said its ok she touched it over my sorts it was harder than ever and she felt it and asked me its size I told don’t know why don’t she check it out . she asked me can she see it I said no problem she then lowered my sorts and removed my monster which was giving me pain in the sorts it was pointing straight at 90 to her she looked and said it was so big and fat she caressed. "So, sometimes I stick little Michaelright in my cleavage. It really helps him calm down, being in between twosoft pillows." she said. I couldn't believe she was asking me to do this,but it sounded kind of fun, and I'm sure it wouldn't just feel good forMichael."Sure, I'll do that. But I don't think it's worth $300 more," I saidtrying to be nice."Well that wasn't all of it. Michael has trouble taking milk from thebottle, he only takes it from my breasts. I have this pill that increaseslactation. They dance for three tunes, then a slow song starts and Samantha begins to walk off the dance floor. Monica grabs her hand. “Come on, we can dance to this, too.” Samantha looks at Mark and he just shrugs his shoulders and smiles. So they start slow dancing and Monica pulls Samantha close. Samantha tenses, but Monica keeps dancing and talking so she relaxes again. As the evening wore on they felt like close friends. Around midnight, Samantha says that they need to go and Mark asks Monica if she.