Carl chuckles, “I confess I would love to have a son too, but I would not give up my girl for anything.”
Sarah hears the commotion coming from one of the bedrooms, Carl looks amused and asks, “Did someone leave their speakers too loud or is that live.”
George answers, “That is my Son Johnny and his new girlfriend Janet. You know how young love is, we can try to deny or stop them only for them to hide it. That can be very dangerous, not too far from here; a young couple caught in a park. Six men beat the young man and raped his girlfriend. The trial just begun, but the couple’s life is ruined. The boy disfigured badly, and the girl is an emotional wreck.”
Carl gets a faraway look, and shakily he says, “Think God, that is not Misty and Marshall too.”
George looks at me warmly and says, “We should really think JJ too. He took them in, taught them how to trade stocks, if it was not for him our children could have been victims just like that other couple.”
Carl looks at me and says, “I am glad you were there to teach us a lesson, I wish I was as wise. I nearly lost Misty forever, because I did not do what a father should. Love first, counsel second, and accept your child for who they are. If I had done that…”
Misty overhearing cuts her father off, “You would had a new truck on Christmas.”
I look at Marshall and wonder why they are back so early, they only left a couple hours ago for the doctor’s appointment. Once I get a good look I can tell the Doctor had good news, Marshall is the most relaxed I seen him in the last five months. His hand plays on Misty shoulder, and Misty’s hand plays a crossed Marshall’s stomach as they stand side-by-side. They both have the afterglow.
Marshall asks, “What is for lunch I am starved.”
Joan walks up to Marshall and gives him a big hug, confusing Marshall for a moment. Joan steps back and says, “It is official, you are my brother, Dad has adopted Johnny and me.”
Misty and Marshall throw Joan into a big hug holding her close to them, Marshall says, “Dad only made official what our hearts it already done.”
Joan has tears of joy as she hugs her brother and sister-in-law. When she finally, steps back she informs the two, “Johnny wants Janet to marry him. They are back in Mom’s old bedroom. You know how young couples are.”
Misty tickles Marshall causing him to jump. Laughing Misty says, “Yeah I cannot get his hands off me unless he is hungry.”
Marshall teasing Misty says, “You are the one asked what do you want to do for lunch, because I worked an appetite up in you.”
Misty giggles, “You did satisfy one appetite as you created another, but I do not think the first is going to stay satisfied all afternoon.”
Sarah holds the baby who tries to nurse, she is giggling at his attempts as she walks to Misty. She hands Misty MJ giggling she says, “You better feed that boy, before he starves to death. He must take that after his Dad.”
Misty begins giggling almost uncontrollably. She finally gets herself under control and asks Kathryn where her diaper back is. The two go off, and they mix a bottle for MJ. MJ drinks the four ounces that they made, and is still nuzzling trying to get more milk from his mother. Misty finally makes another bottle He drinks another two ounces before he is satisfied.
Kathryn feeds Amanda as MJ reluctantly drinks from the bottle. My mind speaks to my wife. (See MJ does not like the taste of that stuff either.)
Kathryn begins giggling as she looks at MJ. Misty confused asks, “What is funny?”
Kathryn explains, “JJ believes that MJ is not enjoying the taste of the formula.”
Misty looks suspiciously between the two of us, she finally asks, “Have you two finally learned how to read each other’s minds?”
After a momentary mental discussion between Kathryn and me, we decide to share the fact that we can use telepathy with one of our best friends. Kathryn explains, “Yes, we have learned how to use telepathy. Misty you knew that JJ could stimulate my body with just a touch. Our connection has been getting stronger the more we work on it.”
Misty has a thousand questions, and Kathryn and I answered them truthfully. She even asked how we got started, I got Marshall and I showed them, a simple exercise that might trigger their ability to do the same. I warned that once they start eventually they would not be able to hold a secret from the other.
Misty giggles and says, “Marshall cannot keep a secret anyway.”
Chuckling Marshall says, “Nothing I want to keep secret from you anyway.”
Kathryn giggles and says, “I even know when he has gas, and if I have to remind him to go excuse himself, the best part is I do not have to say that out loud embarrassing him.”
I stick my tongue out as I walked out onto our patio. Marshal follows me, and is a few feet away when I release my first fart. Marshall starts chuckling, and he fires a return shot in a few seconds. He says, “Apparently, milk gives us gas.”
I ask Marshall if he is confessing jokingly, “Are you saying you are a mother fucking milk drinker?”
Looking at me somewhat shocked for an instant until wide smile crosses his face. Marshall then says, “Just like my best friend.”
We both began to laugh, which causes us to both fart. Fortunately, our laughter covers the noise, but Kathryn informs Misty what Marshall and I call each other. It is a good thing MJ has finished eating, and now lies in the crib falling asleep. Misty covers her mouth, but she is laughing so hard she rolls onto the carpet.
Kathryn barely controls herself allowing Amanda to finish nursing, but she still is laughing heartily, both as our new club nicknamed the MFMD club begins. To be a member, you must be a father who drinks the milk your wife produces. This requires your wife’s participation, so your wife is automatically a member.
After Marshall and I release enough pressure, we rejoin our wives. We bring the two fully into our discussion, and they caution us, not to make this a national club. They do not want many people to know what we do in our bedrooms.
I tell my wife, Misty and Marshall, “It is just that, Marshall and I needed to know that we were not weird for wanting to make love to you and nurse. I was almost wondering if Kathryn was sensing my desire and then allowing me to act on it. It is actually somewhat nice to know it is more common.”
Marshall holding Misty says, “I love you, but I still needed to know what I wanted to do would not freak you out. I never want to do anything that would hurt our love.”
Misty laughs and then confesses, “Over the past couple months, when MJ would nurse it reminded me so much of you when we made love. I find myself turned on and wishing it was you. I thought I was a pervert, but I guess it is just because breasts are both used to feed the child and erogenous zones.”
Kathryn shakes her head yes smiles and says, “JJ loves to bring me to orgasm just playing with my tits. It is no wonder I am aroused as Amanda nursed. It makes my milk flow easier for her, if I relax and allow myself to enjoy the stimulation caused by her nursing.”
Misty asks, “Does Amanda ever give you an orgasm?”
It was all I could do to keep from chuckling because I knew but allowed Kathryn to answer. Before she says anything, she mentally scolds me, (that is right keep your mouth shut.) Kathryn says, “Almost all the time, just little ones and they always cause my milk to let down.”
Marshall and I get the sense we really do not need to be here for the rest of their conversation. Although they still hold to our hands tightly and we know, we are not going to be able to escape this very womanly conversation. Misty ask Kathryn, “You think if I let myself enjoy MJ nursing it would be easier for me to feed him.”
Kathryn says, “Misty have you noticed, when you have an orgasm even a small one you seem to produce more milk.”
Marshall and I chuckle until a cold look from our wives silences us. I state, “From my limited experience I would say yes. I wish to do further experimentation on that theory.”
This causes the other three to chuckle. Finally, Misty looks into Marshall’s eyes saying, “When lunch is over, we will go and experiment too.”
The look on Marshall’s face has the rest of us laughing again, and Marshall quickly joins in. Fortunately, we did not wake the sleeping babies and Mom calls us down to brunch. Marshall and Misty excuse themselves right after dessert, we did not see them again until eleven at night when they came to get MJ.
The rest of the weekend went by quickly, Kathryn and I did some additional experimentation, but she had to keep enough milk to feed Amanda.
Monday, I found out that Rachel had the petition ready. Coach Edwards had signed the one Rachel had handed for me to sign. Rachel informed me that most of the faculty declined signing. They feared for their jobs, they did not want to go against the Board of Education. By the end of the week, most of the students had signed, their parents, some of the former students from school, our local Sheriff, Ms. Clark and several community leaders not on the board had added their names to the petition.
Our local newspaper runs as front-page story about the petition. The reporter had asked, “What reason the school board has to dismiss me?” The Board of Education did not answer any of their questions. When they asked me, “I simply stated, “It was for the best of the students. Although nothing on my part had occurred to cause me to lose my position.”
I think the reporter was smart enough to derive a conclusion. After all, he was the one who reported about my wealth initially. If it had not been for us bringing the fact out during the hearing to grant Kathryn and me permission to wed, I think not many people in this County would ever know about my wealth. Fortunately, he was also wise enough, not to bring up the fact my wealth my play in his column again. After the story ran, the Board of Education agreed that the self-defense classes would continue, although with a different instructor one capable of giving belts. That satisfied the student body, and most everybody concerned, including myself.
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