"Damn! You didn't warn me you're a squirter!" she giggled and licked her fingers clean.Panting, I sank onto the bench. "I'm usually not! I have to be ...xtremely turned on for that to happen." Then I stretched out my leg and accidentally knocked over an empty beer bottle. "Oops," I said, then reached to pick it up." Wait!" Amy said. "I have an idea for that!"Grabbing my hand, she pulled me up, taking the bottle, and lead me to the old recliner. She pushed me onto it and then straddled my lap. He looked at me incredulously. “We have to…”I jumped as his hand slammed down on the table. When the silverware stopped ringing, he said, “I already said what I want to say. Leave if you want. If you want to talk, talk about anything but that.”“I miss you,” I said, choking back tears.He laughed sarcastically. “Talk about anything but us.”We talked about small things. We even went out for date nights, pantomiming a happy marriage. A kind of professional affability replaced intimacy. We conversed. .I keep squeezing milking you your nipples your nipples grow and grow …i slowly reverse my hands to start again at the base of your spine bear pinching up your spine up and down.. you lean forward your breasts heavy with yearning are pushing out for more attention...my hands either side if your waist holding I squeeze in a pinching motion and draw down over your hips then bringing my my thumbs together I grasp the top of your buttocks my thumbs then trace down between them exploring the. I exhaled in relief.Elena grinned at me. “I warned you, Josh. You will be a target for a while. If we go swimming soon, it may turn into a riot.” She grinned even more. “We swim nude.” I blushed. “They will see your equipment and really be interested.”“Elena, people from my world aren’t that forward. Nor do people swim naked. It’s going to be tough to go swimming knowing that I will be displayed.”“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you have someone close by to protect you.”“Thanks. That makes me feel.