The middle-aged Lebanese man smiled in recognition at Tittiefuck as they approached."Good day, Miss Tittiefuck!" he exclaimed. "You bring a friend to ...y humble cart today?" Yeah!" the receptionist exclaimed. "This is Julie. She's a bimbo!"Julie giggled and waved."I can see that," the man observed. "Welcome, Miss Julie. I am Bulus. I know what Miss Tittiefuck wants, for it is what she always wants. You are wanting the same thing?"Tittiefuck giggled."But we can't have that!" she exclaimed. "Mr.. If my son had sexual urges that were out of control because of his age and our situation, then maybe Eva was right. Maybe I needed to just be honest with Greg and see what would happen?“Oh, Eva. Oh Eva my friend, I’m so confused. I don’t know what to do.”Eva put her arms around me and I pressed my head against her shoulder and cried. I cried for Nick, I cried for Greg and I cried for myself and my family. What had once been wasn’t there anymore. Now there was only Greg and I and our love for. She started to suck. At first nothing happened, but then the milk began to flow. She tasted the sweet liquid, felt it run down her throat like watery honey. She sucked harder, greedily, intoxicated by the taste of the milk. Finally she removed her mouth, gasping for air. “There's plenty in the other,” Abby said. Sabrina licked and slowly sucked at the nipple before suckling. Abby's nectar slid down her throat with ease. So much nicer than a guy's cum, she thought. A second thought of, I can't. Lorraine had a boyfriend at the time and I remember asking him offhanded once if he used condoms. "Nah, she's on the Pill" was the reply. Just knowing that she liked getting a hot load shot in her pussy was just more fuel for the fire.So whenever I'm lying there in the mood, off to the wank bank and today lucky Lorraine is the girl I pick. About my height, slim, long haired brunette, green eyes, strong Scottish accent (she's from Renfrew). Got my tissues handy in my left hand, got my right hand.