"I'm Belinda"."You know Belinda", he said after the coffee was finished. "If you just want a chat, feel a bit depressed here is my mobile. Give a ring...if you desire, no matter what the time". For seconds she hesitated, totally unsure of where to go for this was something that she never expected, but the smiling individual sitting opposite who had been so attentive to her story and seemed so sincere dismissed her hesitation; she took the number and thanked him. He walked her to her vehicle, gave. "Oh, I write some, or at least I try too," I commented glibly."Oh? Anything I might have read?"My attention was immediately drawn back to the magazine she'd been flipping through earlier, though I didn't allow myself to go there. "I doubt it. I write articles for men's magazines, you know short fictional stories and the like." You mean like the ones you read in Playboy or Penthouse magazine? Those kinds of stories?" Obviously she knew what kinds of stories I was referring to, she was nineteen. He needs his sleep in the morningstoo.Rats. I had forgotten that. But good old Mom had asuggestion. "What about your classmate Greg across thestreet? He's a nice boy and he doesn't have agirlfriend. He could just pop over and 'pop you off.'"I blushed crimson again. "I could never ask him, Mom." Don't worry, Honey. I already asked him. He'll behere at 10 every night and at 6:30 every morning.Don't say I never did anything for you."Wow.Chapter Two -- The MilkmenBy the time Jesse's football. She grabbed my head with her fingers tugged in my hair. She pushed my head deep between her thighs. Her juices were all over my face. Her aroma encouraged me to dig my face even deeper. “faster.. faster… I want more… more….”, she moaned. But I wanted to tease her and started t bite her flower petals. She let out a scream of joy when I bit her clit. I spread her lips my fingers and kept on biting and sucking her clit. She spread her legs even wider to provide me more access to well of love..