Her hips were too wide, as were her shoulders and her breasts barely filled out a b cup. With self-confidence and self-esteem lacking, at 19 she had n...ever had a boyfriend and still had her virginity which frustrated her as she became more and more desperate for some semblance of sexual activity with a man. Working at the nursing home closest to her house, Paige spent most of her days there earning money in between semesters at university. At work, she had become increasingly attracted to a man. “Arh... shit! They’re really choice Shelia.” I whispered as my cock throbbed.“I’m so pleased you like them; they’re just about ready for milking; wanna do some shit with them,” she giggled softly.“Christ Yea, I sure would Shelia!”“Is that so?” she murmured softly, “Well this cock of yours also needs milking: so lie back on my bed and we can both get started!”Chapter 2We had to drive some to reach the little hidden lake that Dad had taken us too when I was ten, but it was worth it. There were. "I moaned loudly and came hard. I'd swear my nipples got twice as large as they'd ever been. He said, "Your nipples wait for the mouth and the wet suction. They ache with the desire to be sucked and to let the milk flow. Feel the baby's hands milking your aching breasts; feel the hunger and feel your love for your child."I felt a rush of something. Bob said, "Yes, that's the same hormone. Let it flood you, Sherry." He started milking my right boob himself. "The milk is ready, mother, it's. Both of us were spent, and we fell asleep until I awoke when, laying on my side, I felt Greg behind me. His arm was around me, cupping my breast, stroking my nipple, and his cock, hard once again, was pressing against my buttocks. His head was snuggling into my neck, and in the dark he whispered, "Lift your leg."As I did so, Greg's cock was sliding into my pussy. In a very relaxed way we made love. The movement was gentle, slow, and our soft breathing accompanied the noise of the early morning.