#86312 - “Well, first…” she began, her voice small and hesitant, “first, you would need to… remove my breast… from my shirt…” She couldn’t look at me; just as well, because I couldn’t bear to look her in the eyes at this exact moment. As I walked past my father’s bedroom something caught my eye; Pam was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, the breast pump hanging off of one of her tits. I took the other with my hand, rolled her nipples between my fingers, pinching the hard tips and pulling at them until the milk flowed down the back of my hand.
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