‘Older Jacob has been left with a baby after his wife died giving birth. I lost mine shortly after I gave birth. Jacob was looking for a nurse for his boy and I was recruited. We had warm relationship as I was taking care of his child, feeding him with my milk.

‘One day Jacob returned home a little drunk. I knew about his ‘profession’ but wasn’t scared. He approached me, smiling silly and kissed the back of my neck. “Mr. Frye, are you okay?” I asked as my body was trembling. I was in love with him, but was too shy to confess. “Yes, I’m good, thank you,” he mumbled, moving my hair away so he could have a better access to my neck. “You don’t want to do this!” I cried out when he bit me. “Yeah? If you think that I’m drunk then you are wrong. Well, maybe not, but still… alcohol helped me to finally realize what I want exactly.”

‘Jacob continues touching me everywhere, pulling my dress down. “Ah, Mr. Frye… the baby!” I exclaimed looking at the infant who was sucking my breast this whole time. “I believe my boy enjoys your milk. I should join him. And you can call me Jacob,” with those words he turned me around and began to suck my left tit as his baby was sucking on my right. “Oh, Jacob!” I was red as a tomato, trying to hold the baby tight. “I see why he likes it so much. Your milk is so tasty, love. I can’t get enough.” He growled and sucked harder, pulling my nipple with his teeth as I screamed, barely able to stand straight. “I should let him go,” I whispered talking about the boy. “Don’t you see that he is still hungry? Keep feeding him and I’ll do the rest.”

‘Frye burst into my pussy while I was standing above the cradle with his baby in my hands. “Jacob!” I was embarrassed to admit that I was enjoying the feeling of boy sucking my breast and his father fucking me from behind. Eventually I put the baby down on the bed and grabbed the cradle because Jacob’s thrusts became more uncontrollable. As I was close he squeezed my boobs and milk was pouring out of them on the floor. “I’m cumming, love!” I heard his cry that brought me over the edge. My grip tightened and the cradle didn’t let me fall. Frye was breathing heavily behind me, almost lying on my back. “Sorry, I came inside.” “True. We can see that you are able to easily produce an heir,” I laughed and kissed him with all my passion. “Aren’t you angry?” “Of course not. I wanted this too. Now we must let your son sleep.” “That’s right. But I can’t guarantee that we will do the same.” He winked at me and I giggled, “Maybe you aren’t so old as you want to seem after all, Mr. Frye.”’

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