She didn't have real big breasts but she did something that caught my attention. During one of her dances she gave a squeeze to one of her boobs and ... tiny white drop appeared on the nipple.Did I mention that along with big boobs I have a deep fantasy about lactating boobs? It's true I was feeling down when I heard about the death. But after seeing that tiny spec of nectar on her nipple my urges kicked in and I was able to put my focus elsewhere. She was single and not dating anyone at the. He’s strong and wise, yet he doesn’t believe it. He’s worth time, energy, and love, yet he doesn’t want it. He has his mind made up. There’s something he’s going to do. Nothing anyone can say or do can change that. I still try. I try to come up with inspirational words, reasons, excuses. I beg, I plead. Alone I cry, my heart aching for a forsaken soul. My heart breaking for the young man that doesn’t believe his life is worth living, for a gentle man with so much to offer so many, that doesn’t. His cock had tented his pants again, under his desk. He didn't know how many more sets of blue balls he could take. His secretary knocked on his door in that moment and came in, delivering his lunch. He thanked her and wolfed it down soon after. When he was done, he turned back to his computer and logged onto a porn site. If he didn't jack off now, he would be in pain for the rest of the afternoon, and he wouldn't have another chance of release until after seven pm. Supper had to be done, small. In fact some of my cum was oozing out of your slit. I grabbed a couple of pillows from the head of the bed and propped them under your bottom in the hopes that you would have a better view of me going down on you in the mirror. The bed was big enough, that by laying kitty korner there was enough room for us both to stretch out. I lifted my head just long enough to ask you if more pillows would help your view, but you said that you could see just fine and were enjoying watching my tongue circle.