"Wait.. what?" I said looking at him, buteverything about his face and body language seemed to be telling thetruth, and seemed to be a bit embarrassed...because of it. He started tosay something and I cut him off. "I heard what you said, I'm just...processing." yeah that was the right word for it, 'Processing.' I putmy face in my hands for a moment to think.I knew that I loved Steve, we had been together for a while and I hadhoped to eventually share this side of me with him on an. The donut shop was dark, and its windows were the mirrors of my dreams. Isaw a slender, leggy girl in a miniskirt reflected there, enjoying thesummer dusk.My heels clicked on the concrete as I walked to the corner of the gasstation and peeked. The pumps were empty, as was the normally busy streetbeyond.I admired my Naired legs in the glass as I walked past the front of donutshop. I reveled in the soft breeze that ruffled up my skirt, cooling mybare ass and hairless pubes underneath.I made it to. "After the lesson you go to the bogs and take off your pants," said the boy. "I want to play with you without any trouble next period."Greg had done as ordered. He saw a couple of 13-year olds messing about in a booth, and slipped in next door, pulling off his trousers and removing his pants as quickly as he could. He didn't want to be caught and messed about with. He slipped his pants into his satchel and got his trousers back up before they came out, and he saw they too were zippering. "Alice then asked me the big question, "Could they get four E Cup breasts?"I said, "Have your mother contact Jane."Wednesday night Rick bought me a diary milking machine. When he hooked it up, I almost came right there. It did not take me long to start coming. I had Rick slip his cock in my juicy cunt. It felt so good. It took the milking machine twenty minutes to milk me. That was twenty minutes of glorious bliss. I told Rick, "I get to do this twice a day."Rick asked, "What about him."I told.