I could tell that her mother had sympathy for me but the happiness of the daughter she had always wanted was the most important thing in her life. I s...pent hours in the cot, no longer feeling like a human being but the possession of another one. I thought back to my life before this had happened to me. I had been sad and bitter that nature had burdened me with a body that would not grow up, but at least to some degree I could control my life. Now that was different. To Abigail I was a doll. Her. "How about if Mommy lets you see her breasts again? Would you like to see them, even touch them and suck her nipples? Mommy would just love to have her big young man suck her nipples and drink her milk. Would you like to nurse your Mommy?"I couldn't believe what she was saying but as she opened her robe I began to believe. Sitting alongside me my mother exposed her body and once again I feasted on her large milk filled breasts. Unable to move she lifted my hands to cover her globes and I found. .blowjob?”“What?”“You heard me...” This guy was massively confident to even suggest it!“What? No! I can’t! I’m married!”“Never stopped anyone before!” he grinned“No! Just stop it! Leave me alone!” I grabbed my bags and hurried out of the store. I sat in the car and found myself thinking about what he’d just said. His growling voice rolling over and over in my head, that one word... I shook it off, this couldn’t be happening to me! I drove off but the radio still couldn’t drown out the voice in. It was almost enough to make me come right there and then, but I held off, determined to sink my whole length into her. I still held her high up her back in an armlock, unwilling to let her go for even a moment. Her tiny hand gripped my fingers in mutual need of reassurance which I gave with a gentle squeeze on her fingers. She responded in kind, probably out of reflex as I imagined her to be too far gone in the throes of passion to know what the was doing consciously.To my surprise, my lady.