“And never stopped,” Scott said smugly. “But don’t all women complain about their tit size? Either too big or too small or not enough in proportion or some such bullshit?”
“Mine are too small,” complained Menolly.
“They’re perfect,” Scott said to her, then he turned his head and addressed his wife. “Yours are perfect as well.”
“You’re just saying that because they’re full of milk.”
“One of the many wonderful things about them,” he replied.
“I’m taking my bra off,” Joanie announced and stood up. She pulled her plain blouse over her head and then pushed down the straps to her bra letting her heavy breasts spill out. She then spun it half around and unhooked it, tossing the strong garment to the table. “They’re full,” she told her husband and Menolly. “I need to be nursed.” Her pale brea
