And not fine lines, but thick streams. It gushed from her nipple. I already was moving, throwing myself back as she began her spell. But it was too la...e, the milk splashed me, washing over my face. The milk was hot and so sweet. My mouth, opened as I shouted curing my charge, caught a mouthful of the creamy—“Cernere's nimble fingers,” I gasped, dropping my dagger as my pussy exploded with frothy passion. My skin tingled everywhere the milk touched me. It soaked through the cloth tied around my. . you know ... living together. Anyway, you can't tell somebody that 'we have to talk about something' ... especially after I woke up after petting your ... I mean, well, you know..." My pussy?" Yes. Your pussy. And I fell asleep while I was playing with your ... your pubic hair. Which is exceptionally soft and beautiful by the way. And I love you and I have loved you from the first day I met you in the library. And I'm sorry I fell asleep on you." The last part came out before I could stop it.. My friend, Sunderappa was in the University service. We called him Sunder. He is my childhood friend. I have been a frequent visitor to their house and generally take part in discussions on many important matters. Sunder got a chance to go to the USA on a research program. The problem was that if he went, there would be no one to take care of his mother, Lalita as they had no relatives in that city. I assured my friend that there would be no problem and that he should not lose an opportunity. "Wow little miss goody skipped class again, I bet Mrs. Crokes thinks you have cancer considering your 'hardworking characteristics and attendence record is outstanding'" he mocks, a huge adorable grin plastered on his face. "Shutup I didnt study" i reply throwing a pillow at him. He overexagerrates and falls off my bed unnecesarilly flailing. I laugh and smile at his stupidity and mid laugh i see his body move towards my place next to wall. Out of the blue he takes my hands suddenly and pin.