The Chinese delivery guy knocked on the door. I opened it, gave him a tip, and placed it on the table. Clara insisted that she'd arrange the table. I gave up with a smile and held Ella in my arms. Just as we finished, Ella began crying. Clara looked at her watch, "No wonder, it's HER time to eat too." Next, she sat on the sofa, partially opened the dress's zipper, raised the left bra cup, and exposed her round tit. Her action was done nonchalantly and was devoid of s****l mannerisms, but seeing a fantastic tit after a long drought was enough to stir my d**k. Minutes later, Ella's lips were milking noisily her mother's milk. Per Clara's instructions, I brought her the bag she brought and placed the needed stuff to change the baby after she was done. I watched mother and baby, mesmerized by
