I sucked him deeply into my mouth. This was at a time that I did not even like giving blow jobs and here I was not fifteen feet from my passed out hus...and, with this guys wife upstairs, sucking his cock for all I was worth. I did not care. I was so turned on I would do anything this man asked (more about that in another story). He ran is fingers through my hair and I could tell he wanted me to finish him off. He was turned on, so it was not going to take long. He started to piston into my mouth. It intrigued me. All the boys I showed my stories to had a different reaction.After we graduated from high school, she went to college in San Antonio while I stayed in town. Due to social media, we stayed in touch. A few years later, I was a junior in college and on my way to the library, when I saw her...It wasn't much. She had on sweatpants and a hoodie from our old high school. But there was something about her. She was more confident, more womanly. I could tell there had been a. "Now what am I gonna do?!"She checked the fridge to see if there was any other milk she could use, but there wasn't. She was trying to think what she was gonna do when she suddenly had an idea. "In theory I could breast feed Ben myself" she thought, "after all I've always had large breasts and since I saw Ben I've been having symptoms of a sympathetic pregnancy, including lactating nipples"She thought about it a little more and decided that yes, she would do it. After all Libby and her were. Sliding my hands up her sides, I pushed the delicate lace bralette up and over her big DD’s. She raised her arms, letting me pull it up and remove it altogether. My fingers interlocked with hers, and I pinned her arms to the bed above her head. I leaned down to kiss her again, her bare breasts squishing against my chest.Releasing her hands, I squeezed her breasts, loving their perfect blend of pillowy softness and youthful perkiness. Our hands moved with an easy familiarity, undressing each.