He was probably five feet nine inches tall. He had an average build; not to slim but trim enough to know that he tried to stay fit. I guessed he was a...ound forty years old. But what drew me to him was the way he looked. He had more than a passing resemblance to Harrison Ford in his Han Solo phase. I just loved that look and had had many a dirty dream in my younger days about that scoundrel Han Solo.I had come out this evening with the intention of finding a date. So I had dressed a little sexy,. “There was a mix up with our booking, we only have one female ther****t. And I don’t want a male ther****t. It will be so awkward through out the session. I wont enjoy even a little”She furiously replied, “What the hell, we specifically asked for both females, just ask for a refund and lets go”I gave her a sheepish look and admitted, “It was my mistake; I selected the wrong option in the drop down menu when I was booking it online. They won’t refund on such short notice, I should’ve looked at. The plastic cup lost its suction and fell away and I followed his gaze down to our hands, where my breast was now freely spraying them both. I felt mortified. Right up until Dad reached down and lifted my heavy breast and leaned down to suck my milk.I didn’t care. The machine had felt good, but having a man’s warm lips wrap around my puckered nipples forced a groan from deep within me. I was only vaguely aware of his hand now between my thighs, opening me up. The rhythmic sucking of my own. Et me first say that this is a real story, just as all of my other stories. Nothing is made up and nothing is exaggerated. Hope you enjoy it and please share your thoughts in the comments