I milked him with long, slow strokes interspersed by short, fast ones. Idanced with abandon, still facing the street, not caring that I wascompletely ...exposed.The sound of engines warned of approaching cars.I turned to Hank, who scooped me up like I was a child, and turned tohide me from view.I caught a glimpse of two cars at the light as Hank lifted me to shifthis grip.I snaked my legs around Hank's waist. There was a honk and a hoot fromthe intersection as they saw a pair of creamy legs in. I held his hands as he stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes, asking me,“Fareeda, do you want me to squeeze them harder”“Yes, Qamaar. Squeeze them as hard as you can”He seemed puzzled and asked,“But…but this could hurt you”I smiled and said,“No, it could not. Take my word for that and do it”“As you wish!”He said as he squeezed them with all his strength in his fingers.“Ah!”“How is that?”“Yeah, that is it”Then he started eating my neck, still squeezing my boobs repeatedly. I was moaning to. If I could, I’d kill every fucking last one of them! They hate us and I hate them!” Theta continued smiling as she spoke, expressing her strength of feeling only by her choice of words and not by her expression. “I hope this hut’s to your taste. It faces the sun in the morning, so you should be up early to go to the factory. You’ll be going with my lover, Zeta. Zeta Four Seven Three Seven, that is. She works at the chicken packing factory. So we always have chicken in our hut. Every day.” Theta. He was standing with a group of guys he used to run track with when Maddy finally tracked him down."Hey there stranger," she leaned in to kiss his cheek and he smiled."Hey yourself. You're looking good," he said with sincerity and a small hint of regret."You too," she inspected him. "Fireman suits you, always rushing off to help damsels in distress. I heard about your adventure on the way to the party," she said trying not to smile."Oh God," he groaned."You were always the hero type; I was.