Linda sat next to me on the park style bench and rested against me, and put her elbow and forearm on my thigh but towards my knee, I then sat back to ...djust myself and put on hand on her thigh and said 'I am feeling a little better now’ with that the alcohol took charge and I gently rubbed/tickled my finger upwards on the top of her thigh, she was wearing a pair of white linen trousers and I rolled my hand to her inner thigh about 6 inches from her pussy and pressed a little harder with this. If he didn't know before he surely knew then that his precious angel was a very nasty slut.A second fantasy that we had concerned my heavy breasts and the fact that they always seemed bloated with milk. Little Jenny was a hungry little girl but I think her mother was designed to feed an army of babies. John did his best to assist but he wasn't always around. When we fucked which was at least once a day we ended up completely soaked with my breast milk. I bought a pump to reduce the pressure but. ”“Don’t worry,” i tried to reassure you, “I’m not going to kill you. I’ve been looking forward to this weekend for a long time… Oh wait, I think I see you! I’m in a bright red Mustang.”You looked down the row of cars and spotted a bright red sporty little car. “I think I see you too” you said. “I’ll start walking that way.” You hung the phone up and began to walk down the sidewalk until the car door and yourself were parallel to each other.The driver side door opened and I stepped out. My short. .." Tongue?" Yes, and also ... um..." he leaned in closer and whispered in my ear. "Cunt lips." Where?" I swear I hadn't heard him correctly.He just looked down at my crotch. My eyes turned as round as saucers. "You mean??"He just nodded.And so I found my self at the piercing and body-tattoo parlor. It was one that Carla had recommended, run by a woman, actually, strictly for other women.After I got my belly button pierced, I went out and purchased a flirty halter top which showed my bare.