‘Have you ever really felt him?’ She dashed into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. Her car keys, cell phone and p...rse were on the table. She picked them up to and headed out the door, being sure to lock it securely behind her. ‘Have you ever really felt him?’ She unlocked and opened her car door in one movement, tossing her purse and the bottle of water across the space where they landed with a thud on the passenger seat as she herself climbed into the 1999. I pushed aside some papers and lifted her onto the desk, not minding if my students got cunt juice on their essays. I made her lean back and part her legs, then began to pleasure her. As I played with her lips and clitoris, I brushed my thumb against her protruding anus, teasing her. She kept lifting her bottom off her desk and when she kept if off for longer than usual, I knew she was about to come. I intensified my movements and had her juices running over my tongue, my thumb that was. She looked so out of it. He pushed his chair closer and put his hand on her arm simply meaning to comfort her but the touch of her skin was electrifying. When he realized she was barely paying attention he let his eyes look down at her top, studying her young breasts. They were so full and round. He had a sudden desire to see them naked. His hand ran up her shoulder and touched her silky smooth hair which he could smell from where he was sitting. It was intoxicating… she was intoxicating. He. She let out a squeal of delight and her mood improved immediately. Some months later after she had started taking the hormones to stimulate her milk she visited me in the hospital and secretly revealed the damp patches inside her nursing bra. She had timed her dosage to perfection for the following night my labour pains started and I was delivered of the twins in the small hours of the morning. In the privacy of our private ward our lesbian gynaecologist friend helped us to breast-feed the.