You know damn well this trip is for her, way morethan for us. We've already talked about this." Chris held out his armsand whined, "Yeah, I know, I kn...w. I care about her, too. Anyway, mostof my stuff is packed, but I can't make myself sleep. Every time I liedown, I just stare at the ceiling. It's not my fault. What am I supposedto do?" Mia set the trap, employing the first tactic to set her strategyin motion. "We've still got some of that liquid cold medicine from whenmom was sick. Last time I. I slept with him Friday night. That was a given. I wasn’t about to leave him after that. Saturday night was a bit awkward. Pretty much the whole of Saturday was awkward. Ean somehow managed to recess back into his own mind. It seemed he only spoke his emotions in extreme highs. If not stimulated to the max, he regressed within himself and seemed to be in thought at all times of the day. I knew he was confused, he said it himself, but him keeping to himself trying to figure everything out was. His words sent a little shiver down me, but I smiled, took a swig of the can, and pushed through the crush of bodies. I smiled at the calls that extended across the packed room at my entrance. I was drawn instantly to a tall figure a t the centre of the room, chatting to a group of the lads and girls over the burn of the thudding music, young, pretty girls, some I recognised, hanging on his every word, laughing, giggling. Jealousy burned through me as one snaked her hand around his arm as he. The sensations aroused her; she felt herself starting to lubricate, and the suction of the extractor started drawing the juice from the depths of her womanhood.A moment later, she felt pressure in her breasts, and she knew that she was being milked. The suction cups on her nipples squeezed and released as she felt the first milk start to flow; it felt good after the torment she'd suffered during the preparation.Tonya felt a warm sensation in her bowel, then in her bladder; even though her.