She squealed with the pinch and moaned as her nipple squirted its milk. Her milk squirted out onto her stomach and my hand. As I squeezed and rolled h...r nipple more milk shoot forward and I even got a couple of streams to my face. I was lowering my head to between her legs, since her milk tasted so good I couldn’t resist tasting her other fluid too.I could smell her pussy and my mouth watered. I kissed and licked at her flesh until I was between her legs. I looked up to her face and could see. A blond girl about five eight. She was in her late teens. A surfer type. Lean tanned body with no fat on it. White string bikini top and bottom with jean shorts on the bottom. A cowboy hat. Cute.Her friend was named Amy. She was a brunette, smaller. Probably five feet tops. Little frame. A runner. Nice tanned muscular legs, but not too muscular. She wore army patterned shorts with a black t shirt covering her large firm tits. No bra or bathing suit top. Andrew could not wait to. I hadn’t seen her for a number of years but here she was. Erika and I broke up a few year back, neither of us sure why except it just wasn’t working for us. Every time I looked at her I began to miss her, wondering what happened. She was cute as hell, 5’2′, thin, small B cups, blonde hair and blue eyes you could get lost staring into. The day of the funeral she was by my side, almost like nothing had ever changed, afterwards we had some services at my house, there must have been 50 people. I looked at it and said, “It’s safe to send you messages or call your cell phone?” “Luckily, my husband is so uninterested, he never looks at my cell phone and I’m the one that takes care of bills, so he’ll never notice a strange number pop up on the invoice. The email account is one I set up for myself and he doesn’t even know it exists, so there’s no chance he could hack into it. So I’d say they are both safe to contact me through.” I took the piece of paper and put it in my wallet,.