Madonna and Child by Phil Cummings

Madonna and Child

The kid had let Tracey’s tit drop and was staring amazedly at the sight of Scotty lolling on the table looking like Moby Dick with Captain Ahab’s Harpoon stuck in his bloody arm. Normally I would have been staring at Tracey’s bare tit dangling from her open top with a little droplet of milk hanging from the end of the nipple, which I DID actually take some time to look at, but like the rest of the people in the room my attention was mainly riveted on Scotty.