Then a bit more. I could feel his eyes on me. I let him march me back inside the staff room. People just didn’t mess with me, or if they did, they did not get away with it. It was a warm brown color, like, well, a latte, for lack of a better comparison term. Damn! While Sally was already five years old and no longer on a tit milk diet, perhaps things progressed between them past the breast massaging thing. I shocked myself with that thought. I was a pretty big chested girl, proud of my 30DDs, but what was staring back at me now looked like generous Fs. Perhaps it was just some leftover discomfort from my earlier… altercation. I wanted Adrian. This was just a trick of the mind. How come I had no idea? I bet that if Mandy tasted it, she’d confirm it was just milk.
