She was only nineteen, a college sophomore, an exotic beauty of immigrant parents. Maybe because they were from two separate cultures, her father from...Milan and her mother from Mumbai, they raised her carefully and closely. Jane was still a virgin. Shawn was already a tenured professor of sociology. Intriguingly brainy, sophisticated, mature and a scion of a wealthy family he swept Jane off her innocent feet on her very first day in class. In reality he was no match for her exotic beauty but. When I asked her what type of help she needed. She asked me to come and sit on the cot. I sat there and she also sat next to me. She whispered in my ears “the baby is not taking enough milk these days. My breasts feel very sore” She then turned towards me. It was then I noticed that her blouse was partially open in the front. I could see a nipple. She caught me again staring at her breast. She said ” some one should suck the milk and take out” Slowly she pulled up one side of her blouse and. When we went back inside the lounge was empty, I was suprised and asked her where Phil had gone and she responded with "its ok, he has gone to gamble, this is my treat". This wasnt my first time in this scenario so I didnt waste any more time, "take that off" was the next words that come out of my mouth while starting at her breast so Jenny removed her jersey and then to my great delighted removed her bra. Her tits were very big and they were gorgeous. I sat down on the bed and beckoned her to. “Sorry, technical problem. Uh, give us a sec.”Another titter rippled through the crowd. I knew my face was beet red and it wasn’t from the stage lights. As I turned away from the mic, I hissed at Bruno.“Tune your bass, man!”He played each string for me until the culprit was found. His ‘A’ string was low, but he was completely lost trying to fix it under pressure.“No, the other way!” I urged, as the string visibly slackened.After what seemed like an eternity, we were finally in tune, or close.