We started in a local bar. I sucked his cock under the tableknowing my man was going to love me. He stopped my loving hiscock and brought me back up t... the table. Now I'm hoping he isgoing to put his manhood, his love shaft, the cock that isalmost as perfect as Brents up my ass. No he wants to talk.Talking is not the best thing I do with my mouth, sucking dickis, but if Frank (the Wonderful ) wants to talk, then I talk. Hetells me how wrong it was for him to stay with his cunt wifewhen it was. The temptation is too much. Matt takes one of her nipples between his lips and sucks on it some to make it hard. Suddenly a tiny amount of milk spills out. Being so eager for this baby to arrive, Martha is already full and ready for release. Matt pulls back from her to allow her to calm and to think about what just happened. That tiny taste is surprising but spectacular. The slight taste of Martha’s milk, which is still on his tongue, is delicious. He smiles, thinking how lucky his child. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites and other collections, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post and/or distribute my stories, provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy" as the author. You may not make changes other than fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged by your spell checker. Thanks.Kevin and Jill had just finished. .. pure fear spread across his normally stoic face. At first I didn’t recognize it as it looked so foreign and unbecoming but I quickly took his meaning, and for some reason it pissed me off.Jimmy is supposed to be the one guy I can fully count on and here he is, stabbing me in the back with this mutinous, cowardly talk. I’d already had this argument with Frankie and the others. I’d clearly spelled out how bad an idea it was to retreat, how it really wasn’t an option, so why was Jimmy bringing.