I licked the drops of milk coming out of her nipple. She moaned every time I did that and hugged me tighter to her. My raging hard on was between her ...thighs. She held my head and asked me to stop. She looked at me, held her nipple and rubbed it on my lips. I did not open my mouth, relishing the feeling.She pushed her nipple on my lips with a pleading look on her face. I opened my mouth and she pushed her nipple and areola in to my mouth and I gave her nipple a hard suck. Breast milk rushed in. All we do crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see… Dust in the wind… all we are is dust in the wind… ohhhh ohh ohhhh She tried to laugh… the lyrics just seemed to keep proving that she had nothing worth holding onto. She was just another drop of water in an endless sea of talented people with useless dreams. Her life was meaningless… Now, don’t hang on… nothin’ lasts forever but the earth and sky. It slips away, and all your money won’t another minute buy… Dust in the wind… all we are is. The precum has lubed your cock and the sweet slippery mess allows your hand to glide down to maximise your pleasure. stimulation is sublime.The words and the scenes described increase your tension. the precum flows allowing for a lick and taste of your own desirable nectar. you imagine another guy savouring the taste as it dribbles from your slit. the desire and wish that it could be for real is overwhelming. The scenario expanding explodes your imagination as you picture the scene, you. . As I came out and back to Paul, I could see him on the dance floor jogging about in the spot and this girl was behind him. Well to cut a long story short, I thought I'd dance with Paul while getting this girl involved with our dancing and perhaps get her a bit drunk with us. It worked. It was about 2.30 am and my knickers were wet with excitement. I turned to this girl (her name was Jane) and told her that Paul and I were knackered and asked if she fancied chilling with a drink back at ours?.