Belinda came to Artie as if hypnotized. She took one of his breasts inboth hands and exerted enough pressure to make a drop of milk appear atthe end ...f the nipple. What? He was lactating? He wanted to be astud bull, but instead was a milk cow. She sank down and fastened herlips over the spout and sucked, being rewarded with a jet of warm sweetgoodness. Mark rushed to her side, took the other heavy hooter, anddid the same. Artie mooed happily, but with undertones of need, fromhis ongoing. Eoin looked like he already knew about them but Ambrose started looking at me with even more speculation in those dirty snow-gray eyes of his. By the time I finished my story, the lunch was gone and Ambrose was gaping, his eyes bouncing from me to Eoin and back again in a metronomic fashion."Um-" Ambrose began but stopped when Eoin placed his plate on the desk and leaned forward, elbows on the desk and chin resting on fists as his eyes gazed at me."Ogres?" was his only response to the tale that. I got off and pretended to walk into the school. I waited a couple of minutes and walked back out. Right away I noticed Mario’s pearl Escalade. I sashayed over to him. He got off and opened the passenger door for me. “You look lovely today Mara.” “Thanks.” We made small talk while he drove, I asked him several times where he was taking me but he refused to say. We drove for a good hour and a half, I wasn’t really paying. "I'm 18 years old now and not a little girl anymore. I can watch whatever I want!", she defiantly quirked. Looking at her, I could plainly see that she was so right. The neighbor girl that I had known for so long had quickly blossomed into a beautiful young woman. She was about 5 foot tall, 110 pounds with a petite, but curvy figure. She was wearing a tight pink pair of stretch material shorts, a white tube top that barely contained her round perky breast and had her shoulder length curly brown.