"I promise to drive you home," he said before returning to work. The night had gone longer than he expected and the rain that fell made his drive home...even slower than he would have liked.Upon arriving at home John rushed up the path to the front door and quickly let himself in. Cursing the weather and the time he moved further into the house where he saw Tracy asleep on the sofa. It was the first time that he actually looked at Tracy as more than just a pretty face. He could not take his eyes. This wasn’t one of my “moves”, I didn’t know what I was doing anymore. I was on autopilot now.He had two fistfuls of my hair, one on each side of my head. He was gentle, but firm as he held me in place, thrusting his hips and pouring himself into my mouth. It was uncomfortable at first, I worried about gagging. But I heard him gasp as he slipped into my throat and I knew this was special for him — he was enjoying himself, losing control, losing himself to me.I may have been the one kneeling on. .. I call Peter, tell him I am ill and ask him if he can help me ... Surely he would visit me at home, isn't it?Erotic imaginations of what might happen, she surely pleased herself at many occasions, before daring to do itExpectations rise as she calls me from her bed, inviting me for an immediate visit to help a fine friend in needTakes ten minutes to reach her private place by bicycle ... as I enter, she is in bed, she looks feverish indeed!She has red blushes at her cheeks ... I feel her. ”Me – “It seemed to be true. Is it not?”Di – “Look at this.” (pointing at a dark spot over her gown at her chest, around her nipple)Me – “What is that?”Di – “You don’t know?”I just looked at her and she was looking at me with her eyebrows raised.Me – “Oh! I get it now. Is it milk?”Di – “Not exactly but yes, it is a form of milk. It is called ‘colostrum’.”Me – “I don’t understand.”Di – “Milk production starts when we are a few months due. At first, it’s not exactly milk but in its initial.