I would never and will never understand why.She lived 200 miles away from me, near the coast. Close enough to smell the salt in the air she had said. ...s we talked, she told me she enjoyed walking on the beach. We discussed that she liked indie music and in particular Roslyn, by Bon Iver and St Vincent. In her words, it gave her goose bumps. I suggested she listen to One Last Night by Vaults. That gets close to giving me goose bumps.I include these details to show that the conversation had. Is probably a rat bastard.But it wasn't that way. Really! I HAD to do it! I had to do it for the team.Let me explain. Then you'll understand.It all started when I went out for the football team at Wilson High. It was my Senior year, and I'd never played before. Our team had a seven year losing streak going, and we were the laughing stock of the entire State. But I needed something on my resume for college to show that I'd participated in stuff, so I went out.Turns out I have a flair for. She knew they would be like a stirred up wasp's nest after finding the body of their eager member who had blundered into their ambush like a wolf taking the bait. They had not mentioned that to Matt because he seemed to have only a peripheral sense of the nature of the hunt and did not act like he fully understood it was a life and death situation.She saw Running Eagle squatting down on Matt's hard cock like she was doing exercises at a strict gym that demanded peak performance. The meaty sound. When the baby finished, she dislodged from Kim's breast, and, for a couple seconds, her milk continued to flow, spilling down her chest, until her tit dried.She handed the baby back to the Inseminator and said, "That was incredible. It wasn't sexual, but it was... great!"Shanya said, "I know. It's one of the benefits of having tits. By the way, if anyone ever asks you to nurse their baby, unless you have prior obligations, it's considered rude to say no." I don't think I could say no. That.