All the windows were wide open, we could feel the electricity of the approaching storm in the apartment. After a cold shower you and I were lying on y...ur bed, our huge playground, in this oppressive heat. For me, your bed was an almost magical place where things happened that were completely new to me. When we touched it was like sparks were flying. It did not need a particularly intimate touch, casual skin contact was enough. Back then so little meant so much.The first roll of thunder followed. I just got about 6 ounces out of you. Bet we can get more with a pump.”“Mark. I don’t know about this. I love making milk for you, but this is a whole another level.”“Honey, you’d be making milk for babies. Isn’t that a good cause?”“I guess.”“Then it’s settled. I’ll pick up a pump tomorrow after work.”She knew better than to argue with him when he’d made up his mind. She just sighed quietly and tried to wrap her mind around making milk for sale. At least it would help babies.The next evening. This particular store is run by some friends that we met at a swing party. They have set it up with porn video viewing rooms in the back, glory holes between the men's and women's rest rooms. So there's always a few horny guys who get a big grin on their faces and a big lump in their crotches, when we come in the door. Now my BF knows that I am a nympho slut, who likes getting gang-banged and passed around by strange men. Once I get started, I get more and more excited as each guy gets a turn. I told her I was Jack and pointed across the lot at the building I lived in. she told me she lived in the building right across the court from mine. We shook hands again, then both headed for our respective apartments, eager to get out of the cold. I shut and bolted the door behind me as I entered my apartment and tossed my jacket on one of the chairs. I went over to my recliner and flopped down to watch some tv. As I absentmindedly flicked through the channels, I saw a pair of blue eyes.