Old, bound books with unfamiliar titles. I turned to look at him. He was already gazing at me. I had to clear my throat for adjustment. “I see you r...ad, what kinds of books do you like?” Not taking his eyes off of me, he replied, “All sorts of literature. Mostly poetry, and history.” Not knowing much about either, I simply said, “That’s beautiful.” “Just as you are tonight,” he said simply, not an ounce of humour in his tone. “Tell me,” he began, drinking the last bit of wine in his glass,. When she eventually crawled out from under the table, she went to the ladies room to clean up a little. She told me that when she returned she had decided that one of them was going to have an evening to remember. She told them all to get ready for her to slide around to her seat. As she was maneuvered back around the table, she picked out one guy and told him that she wanted to spend some time on his lap. I had watched her returning from the ladies room that time. As she stood at the edge of. Tia actually wanted Jerry to remove her top and bra and see her lactating breasts, perhaps even suckling on them. She was running her fingers through his chest hair and working on his waistband and zipper. It was not all that hurried, but both certainly had an agenda and purpose. Jerry squeezed both of Tia’s breasts, causing milk to be expelled. He licked up the droplets as Tia grabbed his cock and found a drop of pre-cum on the tip. They stood and embraced each other, kissing as their hands. ‘You know…’ John looked away from those eyes. They made him feel different than ever before. He paused, looked down at the pump, ‘… You know you’re awfully hard to help.’ ‘I’m really not a bitch, its just that… I just can’t talk about it…’ John looked at her and saw the tear fall from her cheek. ‘Its ok, are you wanted? Cops looking for you?’ She laughed through her tears, ‘no! nothing like that. Well maybe, I’m hiding from my husband.’ The disappointment at hearing she was married was almost.