Before she knew it she had almost finished the second beer and the main group were about to come on stage. Excited she downed the rest of the beer and...chucked the plastic. She heard someone tut, she turned to see the guy from the bar stood close behind her.“Shouldn’t litter” He said smirking, his blue eyes piercing into hers.“What can I say? I’m a bad girl.” She smiled back and turned around.The band came on stage and the large crowd cheered, everyone pushed forward and all of a sudden the bar. This really made me think about it. After sometime she went back to the room and I was again sitting there where I was, but with lot of confusion, that why is she looking in my eyes, and I realized that may be she had caught me staring at her, because while we were roaming in the market, many times I tried to steel a glimpse of her body. And this thought made me really uncomfortable. I spent whole night with these thoughts only, at least till the time I was awake.At around 6 I went to the room,. " "I'm not a nymphomaniac -- or a blackmailer, either, come to think of it." "If you say so. From what I've heard, if all the guys who've been in here to screw you were put together in the elevator, it'd be way too heavy to get off the ground floor. And the story is that none of them ever came back. One ride on Kelly Kubota's subway and they never returned. Weren't any of them good enough, or wouldn't any of them pay to come back for a second turn?" "You! ... " I had to bite back the words I. Um, wow. . .,” I said, stumbling on the words.“Milked me, little sis? Is that what you were going to say?” Sissy said with a sly smile.“Um, yeah, I think.”“You did. It happens every time my nipples are sexually stimulated. It’s normal. Massage like you were doing and pull up at my nipple and watch. It‘s sexy as hell!” Sissy said and put her head back down.So I did. I cupped her breast again on the underside, massaged a little then pulled up and her milk shot out in a long stream. It was very.