My skin tingled everywhere the milk touched me. It soaked through the cloth tied around my breasts, hardening my nipples. They burned, demanding to be...played with.But not as much as my cunt needed to be touched.“You bitch,” I gasped as my hands shoved into my tight britches, wiggling past, pressing into my groin. It was tight, but I had to touch my pussy. “Lust? You used lust?”I groaned, my fingers rubbing at the hot folds of my pussy. I couldn't be doing this right now. It was different than. I demanded more and our tongues intertwined while her hand continued where her mouth had stopped: caressing my manhood. I ran my hands through her dense curly hair. Her moves became more vivid and she slid her body over mine. With a swift move, she tried to ride my cock, but the angle of penetration was awkward and she moaned in dissatisfaction. Her moved became more desperate and finally my dick popped into her waiting pussy. Velvety flesh immediately started massaging its tip and sides, while. "Reflexively, I took her soft, warm hand in mine. "Nice to meet you, Evie. Now, about..."Again she blithely interrupted me, "And this isn't a case of mistaken identity. I came here to see you."Not relinquishing my hand from her astonishingly strong grip, she led me over to the couch and pushed me down onto it. She immediately climbed onto my lap facing me. The feel of her slight body on top of mine was delightful. So long deprived of companionship, I could feel myself responding against my. He did come home for the holidays and the like, not that I ever saw much of him. We'd always moved in different circles, it seemed even more so since he'd gone away to Uni. I did hear that he was dating a girl at Uni, but Brian was always pretty tight lipped about his love life. I don't know why, but I kind-a got the feeling he was scared that I'd steal his girlfriends from him.I've no idea why I got that feeling, maybe I'd chatted up girls Brian had had his eye on when we were younger. But if.