Marsha became all cunt.Somehow she squirmed away from him, across the table.She fought and struggled and brought a leg over hishead and curled up, wra...ping herself around herspasming, clutching pussy. If anything touched herclit again she’d die. Tears flooded her eyes. She feltherself slide into blackness.She awoke. God she had to pee! Paul’s veryworried-looking face was inches from hers. He was satwith his elbows on the table, his chin resting on hishands.“You OK?”“Yes I think so. I thought. " That doesn't sound very romantic."'It will be." We finished our lunches, dropped off our trays, and she took my hand leading me to her room. Nicki wasn't there. Karen's laptop was ready and she opened the story in her word processor. She stood and pointed at the chair. "Sit there, Brad." I sat on the chair and she sat in my lap. "Working on the story will occur but working on us is more important."She kissed me for a long, long time. Before we finished, she was straddling me holding me close.. 'Thepolice who questioned me yesterday for hanging around didn't mentionanything. If she had reported me, they would have arrested me already.'It had happened already a few months earlier. Ken had broken into a nicesuburban house, while the owner, a young woman was at home sleepingpeacefully. She had been awakened by the noise Ken had made as hesearched for valuables. Ken was quick to grab her and tape her mouthshut, before tying her to the bedposts. Then he looked at the beautifulyoung woman. The funny sensation, however, wouldn't go away. One morning,while he was kissing me in the kitchen, my then huge breasts became wetwith an unmistakable, white fluid. All of a sudden I was lactating! AfterI realized what was happening, I began swinging between shock and awe.Like volcanoes, my nipples were spitting milk in great quantity, such thatI had to put gauze to plug them and collect their production in a bottle.Mustapha was also quite shocked, and, after tasting my milk (he said itwas.