I hadn't tried it because I didn't really think it would work - but now I had no choice, whether it worked or not. I was going to lose her anyway, and... this was my only hope.I went to the computer downstairs next to my workout room and hoped she would stay mad - and in the bedroom - just a little longer. I didn't want to take any more time than necessary but I needed to add one more message. I picked her favorite song and added that as long as I never hurt her again she would forgive me. I. I hold your head against my wet clit, while you slip a finger inside my wet pussy. You are rubbing your tongue hard against my clit, sucking it harder. Another finger and you are fingering me, going fast and deep. "Please Peter," I call out.Your spare hand reaches up to pinch my nipples hard, stopping fingering me, and instead of fucking me with your tongue, you start rubbing my clit fast, sucking the juice as it comes out. Fuck I am cumming ..... my legs shuddering, my cum freely flowing and. She had left the door ajar and the light from the kitchen spilled through the opening across the floor, halfway across the bed, her features casting a fine shadow. There was just enough light to make out the smile on her face and the shape of her breasts as they strained against her robe. I slowly began to relax and enjoy the slow, deliberate motions of her hand. Emboldened, I leaned forward to kiss her, but she stopped me by placing her hand on my chest and slowly pushed me back on the bed.. So she was desperate to feed herone-month-old child. That was where I came in. Mustapha had heard Joanawas struggling to feed Manuelito. I, on my side, had quickly turned into amilk fountain, so Mustapha had proposed I should nurse Manuelito to makegood use of my milk and experience the joy of nursing. Joana acceptedgladly. She wanted her son to receive proper milk, a woman's milk. SoMustapha decided we would move to the village, to Joana's house, so Icould breastfeed him. Joana would remain.