I wanted someone for support, someone to spend time with, someone to count on.I rolled onto the floor and onto my hands and knees. I felt worthless. N...obody would want me, ​nobody.​ I sulked as a pool of milk and tears formed. My breasts were heaving and the milk was flowing in conjunction with my sobs. I was a freak.--The events all came rushing back to me as I picked myself up off the floor. I had managed to pass out on the hardwood. I went about my usual morning routine as my mind began to. I take every chance of touching her. I used to feel her breasts while taking the baby from her hands and giving it back.One fine day she was putting clothes in washing machine and her husband was away from home to office. I went inside her house. And she was looking amazing as she was having her nighty lifted ill her knees sexy pair of white legs. I went close to her and touched her hip asking where the baby is. She replied back stating that the baby is sleeping in the room. I hold her hip with. She could feel the sweat under her arms and along her sides. She opened the drawer and ran her fingers across the paddle. She couldn’t even look at the riding crop in the corner. She imagined what her ass would look like in an hour. 4:45. Damn, damn, damn it was getting close now. She watched the second hand go around and around, part of her mind trying to stop it, part of it wanting to speed it along. Her mind was a mad scramble of confusion. 4:50. 4:53. 4:55. ONLY FIVE MINUTES! 4:56. 4:57.. She offered me a soda and we spread our books out on the coffee table and got to work. I really wanted to impress her and I thought the best way to do that was to find a way to help her get a better grade in class. But Melissa didn't seem to take it that seriously. Meeting at her place after school became the norm and would usually last about an hour, sometimes 2. Occasionally we would kid around and flirt with each other, but we never went too far. For my part, I was falling head over heels.