Chapter Eleven
THE BREAST PUMP was still on the floor the next morning. Ty and Marissa had gone home, taking her milk with them, and their lovers had fallen asleep together. Gil looked at the pump while he got ready for the day.
“I wouldn’t mind you having larger breasts,” he said casually as he unplugged the device and moved it to the side of the room.
“I would,” she told him.
“Well then, I wouldn’t mind if you were producing milk for me.”
She wanted to snap at him again, but found that she didn’t have the words. It was an intriguing idea. She loved the feel and taste of Marissa’s breasts and milk in her mouth so she completely understood Gil’s desire. It was strange to realize she had become accustomed to having s*x with several people and was beyond the jealousy that she knew she s
