“I really don’t like the pillow idea,” he said.
“Why not?” she asked. “It works well for me, and after all, this is my milk.”
He nodded but was unhappy. “I like to lay down on my back when I milk.”
“Um…how does that work?”
He smiled his goofy smile. “I lay on my back on the floor or bed. My girl gets on her hands and knees above me. I like her teats hanging down in my face.”
While she fought to maintain her composure, Ramona gave the idea a moment’s thought. “Well, maybe next time. This is our first meeting.”
Again he smiled and nodded. “Can I call you my cow? I like to call my girls cows. That way I know exactly what they are to me.”
At this point Ramona told herself she should just turn and run out the front door, but her breasts were aching and she wanted some relief. She wasn’t
