Then I add, “You know, I’m still not comfortable with calling you by your first name.” “That’s just it, Ben. I don’t want you to think of ...e as someone you have to be formal with. I really like it when you call my Allison. Her hand is rubbing my arm and her warm touch is exciting. There’s another silence and I finally look up to her face. She’s looking at me with an expression like she is trying to decide something and she’s biting the side of her bottom lip. Evidently, she makes a decision and. . oh, I can't say it." Seriously, Monica? After what I just told you, there's something you can't say to me?" I guess you're right. I just keep thinking that ... I like the idea of them sucking you and ... tasting your milk. Uuugghhhh! I can't believe I said that!" It's O.K., Monica. I know what you mean. I wish Greg would be around to do it a lot more. And I can't tell you how much of a turn-on it's been for Kevin to do it. He loves it. And holy cow, am I producing the milk!" Simone?" Yes?" Do. ”This went on for what seemed ages, Sue crying out encouraging Ben to do whatever it was, but it was obvious that he was between her legs kissing and sucking and fingering my wife.I was so hard now but somehow managing to hold off wanking and giving myself the relief I so needed.Then Sues cries got louder and more frequent, she was fast approaching what sounded like an amazing climax. She rarely swore but now she was saying fuck almost every other word as she came.Sue, “Oh my god that was. It always seemed to be so unfair that girls were all walking around with all that good stuff while we guys were in such pain to find any way at all to make the swelling go down. I was fucking her at least twice a day, with matinees on the weekends, when my wife Sue and Marcie's friend Betsy would join the lineup. I was sore, but happy.One Friday morning, Sue said she had plans for the weekend. "I'm sure you guys won't mind if I go away with my new boss this weekend. He has invited me up to his.