I never thought about doing this before. It feels so taboo.”“Right there with ya,” Kati said as she lifted the front of her gray t-shirt. She ha...n’t been wearing a bra so it was a simple task.Kati squeezed the end of her left breast. “I think this one has the most,” she said as she slid her thumb and index finger toward her nipple causing a thin white stream of liquid to shoot forward and onto Becky’s cheek.“Oh my god,” Becky said with a laugh. “I so didn’t know that could happen. It just comes. Only fulfilling your low-level instincts.Thinking over that, I had snuck inside an abandoned railway workshop just between the bus depot and a train station, almost literally crammed in between. A dark, crumbling, deserted place, with all the tools and material gone, only a space covered in dust and small debris. A place like that that would be begging to become a murder scene. I had thought of going there often and on that night I had done it, as it was one of those times I really, really. We were friendly with all our neighbors, most of whom were middle-age or older couples with k**s in high school, college or out of the house entirely. Tom and his wife, Robin, have a 19-year old daughter, Jackie, and twin older daughters who graduated college that Fall and got an apartment in NYC. Jackie had graduated high school earlier that year, but hadn’t decided what she wanted to do yet so she was living at home. We all said hello to each other in passing and made small talk here and. I wrapped both hands around it, re-familiarizing myself with its length and girth, testing the heat and strength of his intimate flesh. It was so hot, it felt like a branding iron in my palm. The curving shaft was dry, but the thick head was wet and slippery. I wanted to smell him, taste him. Instead, I moved my fingers over the head, spreading the wetness further down the shaft. It wasn’t enough. I undid my own pants one handed and shoved them down just enough. I don’t think he noticed. I.