I got a bit tensed and asked her if she was really fine. She finally told me that she was feeling her breasts getting heavy as she didn’t feed her ...baby that day. The breasts started to stimulate more milk and it was getting painful for her.At last, she finally asked me to turn around so that she can just squeeze out some milk form those tits. I turned around and I can hear only sounds of her cloth rub against her skin as she tried to take out one boob by still wearing that dress.I was afraid. "Well, it's kind of a moot point because you're clearly getting your information from other sources. It's not like you needed me to give you the news." True, but it has been nearly two weeks since your visit and I am surprised that you have not yet come to ask me for advice regarding your situation." I appreciate the offer, but I don't need you to hold my hand." It is not a question of 'holding your hand'. You are not a child, but a grown up young man on the cusp of adulthood, fully capable of. I sensed the climate of romance and without a delay, we started kissing each other for 10 mins.With such unexpected romance, my little friend started rising up to create the best sex story of my life.I tried to touch her boobs but she didn’t allow me, and she said “I am your senior, I want to see you as my slave today”. I was very happily listening to it. The moment I said OK, she started to show her dominance. She asked me start with her leg fingers. I started to lick her fingers on heels. I pictured her going through my drawers fingering every piece of my silk French undies and inhaling them to see any had my scent on it. I rather liked that picture in my mind and I had no idea why in the slightest. I think it was because I felt comfortable with Marcie and could lay next to her on the sofa for hours on end just watching television or talking about what went on at work. I had always liked the warmth of her body next to mine but I certainly was not inclined romantically in the way.