Chapter 3

Michelle checked on the little ones in the strollers before wondering to the back of the bus, patting heads, speaking to each of her children. They were all busy with books or games being very well behaved. Now that the bus had stopped the infant began waking. One of the older girls picked up the baby, kissed it then proceeded to lay it on the seat and change diapers. The other older girl began the same process to the little one that was about a year old. When the infant was freshened up she was handed to Michelle who unbuttoned her blouse completely and cradled the infant to her breast. When the other baby was done having its diaper changed, she took that one as well and put it to her other breast. The two fed noisily, feasting on their Mother's milk. While Michelle cradled the two in her arms she had a beautiful serene look to her. She leaned back on the seat with her head back while her babies nursed. This was so natural, so beautiful. I was almost ashamed as I became hard again watching and listening to the nursing babies.

The infant quit nursing and was smacking its lips. One of the older girls picked it up and began burping it. A little girl came walking up with a toddler taking small steps. The toddler raised his arms to his Mother and she scooped him up to tuck him onto her recently abandoned breast. Almost as if on cue the other baby quit nursing and began cooing and spitting. The other older girl picked up the baby and began burping it. A teenage boy came up with another little one about three or four, picked up the little boy and sat him on his mother' lap. This little boy knew what he wanted. He grasped the spare breast and began nursing. He wasn't rough, but gently went after what he wanted or needed.

"There can't be too much left for him?" I asked.

Michelle smiled and said, "When they are older, they don't need to be fed, just comforted. There is quite a bit left for him though. He is a greedy one, isn't he?"

The little girl that had brought the toddler to her Mom was standing in front of me. I asked her if she wanted to sit with her Mother. She looked a little confused until an older sister said something in French. The girl beamed then climbed onto my lap. She sat sideways on my legs, put her arms around me leaning her face against my chest, watching her mother nurse her siblings.

Both of the little ones nursing from Michelle got down from her lap and wandered back into the bus. The two older girls asked Michelle if they could take some of the kids out on deck to get some air. They gathered about six other kids, and then went off to go up a couple of levels to the seating and open deck area of the Ferry.

Michelle was wiping her breasts and nipples with a handy wipe totally unconcerned to be exposing herself to me. She looked up at me watching her and said, "Do you enjoy my breasts?"

"Yes Michelle. I enjoy your breasts."

She scooted next to me then placed her head on my shoulder and hugged her little girl in my lap and me at the same time. Her exposed breasts were resting against my arm. With my hand facing up, resting on the little girl's legs, one of Michelle breasts fell into my palm. It was a reflex action but I gently began kneading the breast. It felt amazingly full. My palm even became damp from her leaking nipple. Michelle leaned up to me and kissed my neck then settled back to let me fondle her breast. That startled me but the situation almost seemed natural. We sat there very contented. I think Michelle may have even dozed off.

The group of children returned excitedly saying we were nearing the port. All of them found their seats and went back to their conversations and games. The little girl on my lap hugged me, gave me a big smile then got down to go to her seat. The older children stayed busy looking after the others. Michelle buttoned her blouse hiding those treasures from me. The driver returned to his seat, waiting for the exodus of cars.

Michelle asked me where I had reservations. I told her I was planning to go to downtown Vancouver and stay in one of the many hotels there as I had been told there were almost always vacancies. This seemed to please her. She asked her older two girls some questions in French. They answered in French as well but seemed very animated and happy.

Michelle turned to me, "Would you accept a hotel room with us? It really isn't a hotel room but we do have extra rooms so you could stay with us this night. Will you? Please?"

I looked at a smiling Michelle then at the two older girls across from us. Just about that time the little girl who had been sitting on my lap and another little boy about the same age came to me and it broken English asked, "Will you stay with us? We could play games with you? Please?"

How do you say no to that? I was hooked. Actually I was feeling pretty comfortable with Michelle and her kids.

We drove a pretty good ways to an outer area of Vancouver. We drove up to a gate; the driver leaned out the window and said something before the gate opened. We drove up a long driveway to a very large older brick home. It was huge, three stories but not pretty. It was a drab cube with doors and windows surrounded by lush vegetation. I grabbed my monster backpack and followed everyone. Michelle held onto my arm, again capturing my hand and led me into the cube.

There was a man in what could only be considered a butler's uniform holding the door for us. Just inside the door stood another man also dressed as a butler with two ladies next in what could only be maid's uniforms. As we passed into the house Michelle was naming each. "This is Jeffery, Ronald, Mattie, and Hilda. There are more but you will meet them later." What had been cold and ugly outside was just the opposite inside. It was beautiful. There was a large curving stairway to the second floor within the giant foyer. The walls and floors was polished wood. But even with the dark wood, the area was bright and open.