There isn’t a significant change in milk quality or quantity, even though I am limiting my calories and losing weight. I am careful to drink lots of water.

I do think my breasts look smaller empty than they use too. This is normal for me. It seems that the first place I lose weight is in my breast. Maybe I just notice it there more.  This effect of weight loss has always hampered my incentive to lose weight. I am not endowed with much when my weight is ideal, so I usually compromise and stay on the curvy side. This time I hope to be able to afford less compromising on my weight, because of my lactating breasts.

There have been some very special times the last few weeks. The intimacy during our bosom times is becoming almost surreal. It has been dreamy during those waking up and falling asleep bosomings, but now even the times when I am standing are dreamy.

I am orgasmic more frequently without stimulation, other than my nipples and the highly emotional bliss and connection I feel to him. The love making afterwards is both physically and emotionally intense, and I am inclined to cry happy tears later just thinking about those times.

Humor has always been a part of our relationship. It is a given with my mate. Now to mix this humor with such emotionally intense moments makes it special in a way, that I doubt I can describe. 

You probably already know “the girls.”  Well, Kerry usually gets to go first, because Kelly needs the extra time to warm up. Kelly has earned her naughty reputation for playing hard to get, but once she gets going she’s hot, and her milk gushes all at once.

When my mate is home for lunch, I usually stand between his knees while he sits on the edge of the bed. This leaves us each of with both hands free for caressing. While Kerry is being suckled, I will often take Kelly and rub her against my mate’s face. Sometimes he will lean his head on Kelly while I hold her there. A couple of times he has gotten milk in his ear. lol.

Lunch time bosoming, more often than not, ends in a hot “nooner.” He accuses Kelly of whispering naughty things in his ear. He will hold her up to his ear and ask, “What did you just say?”  Then he will lovingly torment me with multiple orgasms to the point that at I am exhausted. He tells me he couldn’t help himself; Kelly made him do it.  She was threatening to withhold milk if he didn’t promise to make Kitty happy. He tells me they are in cahoots with each other.

This may all sound like pure silliness to an outsider, but in our intimate relationship, the smiles it brings are endearing memories I will never forget.