“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
She giggled. All the while, her nipples continued to get milked by her machine quietly. At dinner we had shared a bottle of bubbly that somehow turned into two. To my surprise she tugged her shirt off over her head and started pinching her nipples. Oh my goodness, I thought. All the while, her nipples continued to get milked by her machine quietly. Just as I suspected earlier, they were plump and looked like C cups with thicker, dark nipples. I cleared my throat and shifted on the couch uncomfortably, my head still a little foggy from the champagne. “How have we not had this conversation?”
“I have no idea.”
“I sell my milk online.”
I set the knife down carefully and looked up at her. I could see the attached, clear baggies filling with a milky white fluid as it alternated sucking one nipple and then the other. It had an open and airy floor plan with a wrap around deck that had cushioned chaise lounges and a patio table, all setting
