" Yes, it would. The cashier would wonder why the hell I'm buying a dozen athletic supporters." You could say you're buying them for your swim team or..." I'd be too embarrassed." You want me to buy the damned things for you?"Brad's eyebrows rose. "Would you?" Sure. Why not?"He smiled. Hugging her close, he kissed her. "You're a peach!"She smiled up at him. "I want my man to be comfortable. Besides, I'll like the way your bare ass will be framed by the elastic waistband and the bands that run. She'd reached out and grabbed his bow-tie with one hand, and in an attempt to pull him toward her, had only succeeded at bringing herself over the bench, her furious countenance inches away from Kent's passive face.He didn't move at all, and when his face didn't even show a glimmer of recognition or understanding, the brunette's anger subsided slightly, only to flare up again when she saw his name-tag."Kent!" she thundered, and Kent nodded in response. "I know you had something to do with this!. VERY INTERESTING AND EROTIC on April 16, 2008 when I fist published LACTATING SURROGATE MOTHER by Cimon. Comments are welcome: One Friday my friend Paul, a young Swedish Protestant priest invited me to accompany him to Northern Finland to attend church services on Sunday. I was a teacher teaching mathematics and physics at a Swedish high school close to Finnish border. On Sunday we started at 6 am and it took us three hours to reach the church. Finns are one hour ahead of Sweden and we reached. I know she’s completely oblivious, but she seems happy with it. I begin to move my hips, sliding in and out of her, but still taking care to avoid any pressure or direct stimulation on her clitoris. If she wakes up now, I’m dead meat. She fits me like a warm, wet glove, and I can feel her inner ridges massaging my cock as I glide in and out of her. It’s a feeling I can’t describe; a feeling beyond words; a feeling I have never experienced before. I realise with elation that I am no longer.