I had found a secluded spot near where I lived. It was at the end of a trail through farmland, at the junction of a couple of very minor roads in the ...ountryside a few miles away. My new friend and I arranged to meet there one evening when my wife was out. I got dressed up. I remember exactly what I was wearing: Tan tights of my wifes’, a white lace bra and panties I had bought in M&S on the pretext it was for my wife, a long red cotton dress, also of my wifes’ that fit quite well, and a short. “What the hell is going on!?! Who are you!?” I manage to say, thoroughly shocked at the realty as I try to push this thing off of me. To my surprise I can’t, my arms are tied down, I can’t tell by what. The restraints are loose enough to give me hope of a struggle but short enough to squash them. It’s dark enough I can’t make out who this person is, or what they even look like, only enough moonlight from a window to see a silhouette of a figure ... I hear him chuckle deeply as he rams himself. So, I thought of sharing my own incident. Hope you all like it.Telling you about me, I’m 5’10” with not so athletic body. This is an incident which happened to me when I was in college.Garima ( name changed ) was my school mate from class 1. But we never had many memories together as we were in the different group. After class 8, we both went to different school and we never got a chance to talk. After I joined the college in the different city, on a random day, I saw her profile on FB and I. "What I read on the Net that lactation combined with sex is even more pleasurable. The released oxytocin causes orgasm and euphoria," I continued my humorous exam."Yes, the constant sex twice a day is important, not daily one. If you were far from home, I would use an electric breast pump to lactate myself. I don't believe the twice a day sex would be a problem if you like my milk."She smiled at me. I responded, "Yes, this is not a problem, I prefer milk to booze. I also read on the Net that.