He is, by nature, a very sexual being.” “I found that out,” Emily replied. “I don’t need details, Em,” Janice told her. “But you do need...to know this. Nobody else is going through the emotional perplexity you seem to be experiencing. Everybody else is just fine. We had a wonderful night of screwing and being screwed. There’s nothing more to it than that, unless you’re developing some sort of emotional attachment to my husband.” “It’s not about Rich,” Emily told her. “It’s about Evan. He will. Pushing himself up he helps slide his pants and underwear off his legs, his slightly aroused cock springing free. Settling against his lap again, her hands gently scratching his chest and abs, moans escaping from her mouth at their skin to skin contact.She feels his cock twitch and gently rubs her opening against his head, a groan escaping his lips he releases her neck. She bends her head towards his neck and biting down, her tongue running over skin. Thrusting inside of her and she meets. Given the situation, I expected that it would be very hard to achieve anything like a meditative mood, but I had done it so many times that I slipped right in. Once there, I got to work concentrating on making milk as quickly as I could.I visualized the process right down to the smallest level. I summoned the feeling of warm milk filling my mammary glands. I imagined the creamy white fluid flowing through me. I felt my breasts swell and my nipples open and fluid begin to flow out of me. Slowly,. She wasn't a total stunner; slim, petite, shortish red hair, and dressed relatively conservatively, but something about that smile was convincing me she was pretty fucking dirty.I found her at the bar and I sidled up behind her and squeezed myself in as if to order. She turned and we clocked each other. I knew I was in. To cut it short I ended up telling her I loved to smoke weed and I wanted to get high and eat her cunt.One drink later, she was back in my room and I had pulled off her jeans.