Gorgeous Red-haired Woman

They had lunch in the food court. Damn thing remained elusive. Again, she found humor in its lucky escape. “You’re going for my tit again, aren’t you?” She puffed. The ache forced her to full attention. Only gentle and careful questioning would get the truth. Her eyes scanned the room. After a few difficult milking strokes, Pamela had to give up. Pamela ignored her daughter’s meltdown. Adeline flinched but didn’t escape the touch. “Not very much.” Adeline did not lie nor soften the truth. Pamela’s left hand was lightly pinching her left nipple through the robe. Adeline seemed distant too, but the mother blamed her lack of energy and didn’t comment. It clutched with its forelegs and began to feed. ZZZzzzz! Pamela returned from walking Adeline to the work van, that day, and spent her free time cleaning house. Pamela’s left hand was lightly pinching her left nipple through the robe.