"Petrie!" A loud shout. "Phone call, it's Laura."'Bitch.' Rob, rail thin, in his GI issue skives, nearly ran for the day room. "Laura?" Hi, Rob. Well,...I'm back. Van just dropped me off at my apartment."Much to Rob's chagrin his olive drab boxers threatened to tent. "Laura?" Yes, darling, it's me." What happened, Laura?" Rob sounded informed."Nothing, darling, we just bowled a few lines at the bowling alley, then had a cheeseburger at "Wally's" out at the highway cutoff."'Liar.'"Did he kiss. Was I showing too much? Was I giving off the wrong impression? I'm not a hooker. That is not the vibe I wanted to give off here.Luis relieved my worries when he continued. "Don't get me wrong. I'm glad you're not held back. You're confident and you're presenting yourself to me as you are. I like that. Don't be nervous. You're doing great." I smiled back. He continued, "Let me tell you what I'm looking for. I'm running my own business and life is busy. It's tough for me to maintain relationships. Wehadn't had sex in ten months now and we were gradually drifting apart; Ididn't know what to do about it. I loved my wife and I would do almostanything to turn our lives around I tried to discuss things with her,but she refused to talk about it - only saying that living with me waslike having a lesbian relationship and she had to think things through.I even said that I would stop dressing, but she gave me a pitying smile,knowing as I do that it wouldn't work.As I walked up to the front door, I. My mouth was filled with the life giving fluids of her body, she was lactating and I feasted.Annie gave a deep sigh, her body trembled and I felt as she clamped her thighs together. She’d climaxed as I nursed. When I moved to her other breast I circled a hand down over her tummy until I could stroke her swollen labia through her panties. She was wet; I slid a fabric-covered finger, parting her puffy lips feeling her moisture. I could smell Annie’s arousal; she trembled, she moaned, she.