Behind me, the decibel level from the hen party started rising. With most of an hour gone and the level of our drinks getting low, I drained the remna...ts of my pint and asked if Mark and Caroline wanted another. Mark indicated that he'd settle for a pint of whatever I was having. Caroline leaned towards me again. She smiled wickedly and spoke in a tone of voice I can only describe as puckish. "I'm a cum guzzling fuck slut and I want to drink your spunk."I sat in shock, mouth agape. Mark started. Even Tess, though, could see that Fresh (aka "Flesh") Magazine would not be a proper forum for the introduction of the LPGA's new answer to Tiger Woods. Tiger, after all, had been around for more than a decade now, and I wasn't sure that anybody had seen his bare chest, much less the details of his reproductive system.Tess knew better than to pursue an inquiry about something as blatant as this, but she was taking, very hard, her own quite-rational decision against doing so.After dinner, the. “You still do that? The milk and all?” He asked a little embarrassed. “You'd think it would go away, especially with you not around anymore, but it happens all the time. Not much like with us but a drip here and there I guess. Maybe more. They all seem to like it. Don’t seem to lose many uh, friends because of it.” Daddy laughed and said “Some men love it. That’s why they come to you, and cum, because of this.” He had pinched a little drops of moisture onto my tips. “Sure, some men, just love. She was a great dancer, and she knew it. Zack wasn't exactly Fred Astaire but she worked to make him look good. {He sure looks good to me!}Getting into the nightclub had been no problem at all. The truck by itself had helped them stand out, and her appearance and status as a regular, along with a substantial honorarium for the doorman, ensured they were 'added to the mix' without the slightest wait. They'd been dancing for almost an hour now, having a blast.She turned and backed into Zack,.