Chapter 17: Feeding The Ghost Baby
The person who cast the evil spell must have explained it to her, warned her repeatedly, and told her clearly what the consequences would be.
Faye, who was crying just now, suddenly looked pale, sat up, and said in panic, "Quick, give me back the bowl."
Walker sat on the bed and avoided her. He made a shushing gesture and said, "Teacher Faye, please keep your voice down. It would be bad if you wake up your child. Besides, your husband is still unconscious on the ground. Don't make so much noise."
Faye was so anxious that she was about to cry again. She grabbed Walker's legs and begged, "Teacher, please give the bowl back to me. If i don't feed it, I will be worse than death. Please."
"Take it off!!"
Faye suspected that she had heard it wrong. Walker just looked at her with a smile without saying anything.
At the critical moment of life and death, Faye gritted her teeth and quickly took off her clothes. She was so flustered that she even broke the rope of her suspenders. She didn't care about shame and quickly took off her suspender pajamas.
A pair of full breasts almost bounced out, at least D size, perfectly hemispherical in shape, very plump and smooth, the areola was so small that it was almost invisible to the naked eye, and the tiny nipples were the same size as soybeans, and as bright a color as roses.
Her belly was flat with no visible fat, and a pair of white lace panties protected her most private area. She studied music and also liked dancing, so she had a particularly good figure with long legs, which was in no way inferior to young and beautiful models.
After all, she was an official's wife, and she took very good care of herself. Her skin was white and flawless, as tender as a peeled egg.
Walker felt his throat getting hot, and he couldn't help but reach out and grab one of her breasts and squeeze it, panting heavily and saying, "Teacher, you've taken really good care of yourself. You still have milk after giving birth for so many years. Let me check it out."