My hands clasped her ass cheeks as we fucked, and she was milking her breasts into my mouth as I suckled her. "Feed me, Stacy," my voice was almost a ...squeak. "Feed me your sweet milk." "Ungh huh," was about all she responded, "ungh huh."I felt her release her breasts and pull my face hard against her tits, forcing her nipple into my mouth as far as she could. "Ohhh, drain my tits, Alan. Drink 'em dry."If I could have I would have fed on her forever, but I felt myself getting ready to explode in. "That's the old me. Actually in fairness, it never really was, I just like how dark and twisted everyone was. It aroused me. I've never used the killing curse before, it's such a waste. The torture curse and imperius curse; that's much more like it."Ok, that's enough "can you please stop referencing and implying your sex life?" That is not me either. My life is empty without perversion, it's who I am. I don't have sex, I live and breathe sex. I have no filter. I have no moral code. I will fuck. The boy is cute, his mother is nervous and but trying to sit still. We focus on her for a second, wondering if she’s our guest this week ... Then the audiologist leans in – her fiery orange-red hair hanging down loose over her shoulders, a warming smile, a pretty face. She tinkers with a small plastic implant on the side of the boy’s head, then turns to her computer and taps a few keys ... Turns back to him, looks him in the eyes, and then says, “Hello Richard...” The boys eyes light up... The. Such high expectations, such a miserable tally! Batman wouldn’t laugh of course. He was better than that, but she could almost hear the slightly condescending words of re-assurance that she’d get when she reported in. And ‘condescension’ was the last thing she wanted from Batman. She’d so hoped to be able to impress him, make him see her as a woman to contend with, not a girl anymore. Make him want to wrap his arms round her, to feel her urgent response, to pull her to him and take her …….. ‘Oh.