..get off your phone. Stay with me."I just looked at her for a second. I slipped my two fingers back inside her and rubbed side to side. I kept starin... at her with that neutral expression I'm a fucking champ at doing. Her expression was not so neutral; she was red-faced; she was confused and upset; she was squinting and moaning and forgetting I'd ever interrupted things. She was resting her head back down on the pillow and her hair was unspooling on either side.I dove back in to her muff. She. “So...I’ll ask again. What are you...” he grabbed hold of my shoulders, his nails scraped my skin as he spun me round to face him, he lips landing roughly on my mouth. I didn’t resist him, but neither did I relax into it either.He pulled his head back, and looked at me, “Sorry, I have waited so long to do that”. “What about Adie?” I hissed at him, I wanted him to kiss me, don’t get me wrong, but his wife probably wouldn’t be appreciative.“She won’t mind, I was moaning your name in bed the other. Fuck. Her husband could make her melt with one glance. It was a special glance that she had come to love and know as well as the back of her hand. Her husband wouldn’t have to say a word, he would just look at her with that special glance and she would melt. She would give him her body and soul. So why was she lusting after her professor, who was also married?? She had no right to do it. She knew it was wrong. But oh, oh, oh, her resolve would weaken whenever she met her professor for lunch.. Growing up in rural Wisconsin, I, like any other numberof people my age had our assigned ‘chores’ to do on ourparent’s farms. Some of my own chores included feedingthe animals twice a day morning and evening. It wasduring one of these evening feedings that myexperimentation began.Part of the regular routine was to feed the calvestheir milk replacer, which was basically a powder thatyou mixed with hot water and then fed to them out of abig bottle or small pail. I never tasted.