From behind I took her that first time, with my right hand across her breast, rubbing her nipple, and my left grabbing on to her hip, so her bucking a...s didn't knock me out of her. I still remember her cheeks pounding back against my groin. That was even sweeter than the feel of me inside her. Kathleen. Hell of a name. Hell of a woman.Memories. They fill out the nights and make the long days pass.Last week one of the young nurses took an interest in me. Must have liked the stories I told. Felt. It took on such an evocative meaning, it became such an erotic term in my mind, it adopted such a sexual connotation that it had never had before. I felt myself responding."And not on these," he suddenly said holding his camera up."You've seen them?" Yes, I couldn't resist it; I had a peek in the loo." Oh," was all I could of saying as we stopped. Standing close together, he clicked a button on the camera. It was the waist up shot of me with my hands on my hips. The cardigan had ridden up so. Three months before graduation Mary Beth attended a party without me. I had gone home for a family emergency and she wanted to get out of the apartment. She drank, danced and had a good time, but by the end of the party she had taken on a little too much booze and the host of the party took her car keys away from here and set her up with a ride home. The guy was a black man who was on the football team and he was also one of the blacks who had been sniffing around her. He drove to the local. I open wide. She then pours a little milk into her mouth. Gargles it and then spits it into my mouth. I keep the milk in my mouth some time savoring the taste of Shweta’s saliva mixed with the milk. I finally can’t take it anymore I take the bucket of milk and pour it on Shweta. She gasps ahhhh! And gets drenched in milk. I can make out her areolas and her nipples through the blouse.I grab her by the hair and kiss her lips, biting and sucking them. She then parts her lips and I slide my tongue.