Mr. Milks. Yeah, I know his name sounds silly, but its cute! He is in his early twenties, the best body ever, abs, fine built muscles, and his hair is...brown chestnut color. Damn, he is just sexy. He was my music teacher throughout Grade 6 and 7 and I took band just to see him more, but also because I'm a flute player. And YES, we used to laugh, smile at each other, but I definetly don't think that he thought I was hot or cute. I'd had BUNCH of boyfriends back then and I've been told I have a. I could tell by the look in her eye and the way she was walking that she had been drinking. I was about to say something when she crawled onto my lap, grabbed my head and shoved her tongue into my mouth. ‘Wow!’ I exclaimed, wiping my mouth as Ashley finally broke her kiss and pulled back, her eyes locked on mine. ‘What’s got into you?’ She smiled and leaned back in, this time flicking my ear with her tongue. ‘Meet me in the bedroom and I’ll tell you,’ she whispered seductively. With that, she. " I stood up, introduced myself, and shook his hand. It felt substantial on mine, strong and reliable. A hand of a man you could trust.He told me all about union power while we downed a few pints. I knew I was going to regret it tomorrow and the Missus wasn't going to be none more pleasant either, but I was drawn to him like filings to the magnet. Like the bosses to every last bloody bob.The next day I had a bad time. The wife was angry with me for wasting my money on drink, not like she'd not. ..you're so good at this, Sweetheart. You're so generous."He groans again, his kneading building in pressure. The tingles between my legs get stronger and I feel a wetness down there. I haven't felt like this in years."Peter, stop," I gasp.He stops immediately. "Did I do something wrong?" he asks, his hands still on my breasts."No," I say. "I just think we might be going too far." I just want to make you happy, Ms Gardner." His hands leave my breasts."I know, Sweetheart, but you're not James..