It was quite a sight for Vidal. Many weeks had passed since he had lain with his wife, but her terrible wound had effectively quenched his passion. Now, as he looked at her, her bare breasts hugely engorged with milk, desire returned with a full-throated roar.
“Hola, mi amor,” he told her, his eyes lingering hotly on her bare flesh. He crossed the room quickly and tilted her chin up, lowering his lips to hers. He pressed his tongue into her mouth.
Rosalind inhaled sharply, but she quickly acquiesced.
Miguel released his mother’s n****e and squealed, demanding the other side. Rosalind carefully disengaged her mouth from her husband’s and turned her attention to their son.
“How does it work, querida?” he asked.
“Like this.” She showed him how she positioned the baby on her breast. Migue
