Missy smiled at the young man. He barely looked like a man though. He was wearing a loose gown and his hair was long and rough.
His limbs were slender and soft, and his body was oozing femininity. In his hand was a young infant girl, suckling away at his large milk filled tits; he had pulled down the front of his gown to allow her access to her meal.

If Missy hadn’t met him before, she would’ve assumed that he was a lovely, caring wife. Which, he technically was.

The final scene from my latest story! You can read it here: https://aryion.com/g4/view/803116

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