I offered a, "I was just working on my personal perspective essay for Miss Carragher's class." She visibly flinched at the name, and had stopped movin.... For a long time, neither of us moved or said anything. I could feel the tension growing.She set her plate down onto the coffee table in front of us, and looked me in the eyes. Susan had gorgeous blue eyes, but today they were a little red...from crying earlier? "Jenn, can you...can you please close the upstairs door?"This was what she texted me. We face each other, holding hands, our fingers interwoven. I press you back against the rail, both hands over your head. I look into your eyes, I see that you give yourself, not to me, but to this weekend, to the first pages of the new chapter in your life. I tilt my head down and lean in, our lips meet, my heart pounds, my pulse races, every sense I have is alive with electricity. I bring my hands down to cradle your face and kiss you deeply. The kiss is passion, it is lust, it is desire.. Sherealized she didn't even know what he'd bought tickets to. Her mind hadbeen elsewhere.His lips pressed against hers and she felt his hand on her thigh. Hisother hand rubbed her back and pulled her closer to him. She put onehand on the back of his head, pulling him down to her so they couldkiss, while the other hand ran its finger nails primally down hisback.She felt electric. Her whole body tingling and wanting. Her heart stillhad not stopped pounding. His hands felt so strong as he touched. She then climbed onto the couch and dipped her face between my legs. Her hot breath was quickly followed by nimble fingers and her sweet, sweet tongue. ‘Oh, god,’ I moaned. I couldn’t even see her over my belly so I focused my attention on Trish. ‘Don’t stop. Please.’ Trish moved to kneel on the floor and resumed her after dinner drink. She nursed for a minute and then let my milk spray on her face. She was quickly speckled with drops of mother’s milk until the flow subsided to a trickle..