It was Lisa’s idea and I thought it would be fun.”“You did this for me?” Jase asked softly. “I don’t know what to say.”“Would you like...to taste my milk?” asked Lisa. “Shelby said it tastes sweet.”Lisa climbed onto the bed, put a pillow between her back and the headboard, and motioned Jase to come to her. She put her hands on both sides of his face, pulled him to her, and kissed him. After they pulled away, she lowered his head and rested it on her lap. She maneuvered her nipple into his. I started to whisper in her ear how wet she was and that she was my little slut. She just moaned. I noticed that her lips were very wet either from licking them or maybe she was drooling. Then I said I couldn’t believe how long her nipples were and she raised her head to see. She said they were never that long before. At the same time I started to roll her nipples with my fingers and clamp my thighs tighter around her legs and hump faster. We were both on our way to orgasm. I told her that I. You shrug your shoulders to let it fall at your feet and I take this chance to grab a breast and brush my thumb over an already hardening nipple. Your throaty gasp does things to me that it probably shouldn't when you say, "Pinch."With a wicked smile, I look into your eyes and whisper, "Tell me when to stop."My fingers close around that nipple and your eyes close slowly, "Harder. Harder. Jesus just like that." I roll it between my fingers and watch your lips move wordlessly, "Fuck yeah."Without. "Now, let's have a conversation about you and the Russians." Connie has evidently decided that continuing down the track of pressing me about Angela isn't going anywhere."I don't now any Russians." I can't imagine that I'm going to be any more help to her than I have been so far."Curious, given that Professor Dawney is so cosy with them."That's true, at least. She's always off to conferences in St Petersburg, or Moscow. "She never involved me with any of her meetings." Not even in the UK. She.