Five years have passed since you and Scaramouche have been together, and in that time, you gave birth to a child. Lately, you haven’t been intimate, which saddens Scaramouche. You are in the living room breastfeeding your child. Scaramouche approaches and sits beside you on the sofa, gazing at the breast your child isn’t feeding from. He asks if he can try some. You let him, and he gently takes your breast into his mouth. He then places a hand inside your pants, caressing your genitals over your underwear. He sighs contentedly.