“Good god, I feel like such a cow,” Debbie muttered under her breath while connecting one of her nipples to an industrial strength breast pump sitting on a table next to her chair, “and to think that I’m gonna have to do this for another year!!!” Mo was busy with her own pump, and after she had her nipple properly attached to the suction hose she flipped on the switch and a motor began whirring softly while extracting the bluish milk from her bulging breast and commented, “Oh man does that feel good, they felt like a couple of beach balls pasted to my chest, I actually believe I’m making more milk than ever, what about you!?!” “Me too,” Debbie replied as her own pump began draining her oversized mammary, “at least at night Doug can relieve some of the pressure without having to use this damn contraption!!!” “Mmmmmm, I just love it when Harry sucks me,” Mo replied dreamily, “he takes more than the baby, but I guess he’s just a big baby at heart, you oughta see him, he just lets me cradle his head in ... Läs hela novellen