In the corner of his mouth.

You clutch his firm shoulders and gave him a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth. He smiles and strokes your cheek, swiping past your messy hair. He then gives you another peck, this time on your nose.

"Later," he says, pinching your chin.

"Bye-bye, baby," you say.

With that, he turns, strides away, and is out the door. You watch him go with a mother's pride. Once he's gone, you start cleaning up breakfast. After the dishes are away, the counters are swiped, and you've had your fill of coffee and hash browns, you decide to take care of you still-aching teats. Up to your room, withdrawing the pump from your closet, you tend to your agitation. That done, and placing the withdrawn milk in the fridge - rather, simply adding it the gallon already there - you resolved what to do with yourself for the rest of the day.

Normally, you do one of two things: clean up the house, or tend to the garden... Or jerk off, which you ALSO hadn't done...