The morning sickness has gone. I find myself constantly feeling like a pregnant woman on fire day and night. I no longer have to take care of other children. I work part-time at a travel agency and have to attend a sales assistant meeting early in the morning. That morning, Larry left at six thirty. I should have gotten up when he left. I fell asleep again and had another dream of being on fire, in which Larry was teasing me across the street. It's so strange.

I found myself touching my private parts. Just as I was about to reach the climax, the phone rang.

"Hello. I'm Tammy."

"Hi, Tammy. I'm Elaine from the church. We're thinking of going on a trip to the Holy Land together. I learned your name from the priest."

"I'd be more than happy to help you, Elaine. When can we meet?"

"I'll be free in 45 minutes."

I quickly got up and rushed into the shower room. My private area was throbbing slightly, but I still had a client to meet. I thought about what to wear. I decided to wear my striped dress that required a petticoat. Then I remembered that I didn't need to wear underwear. I simply couldn't believe what my brain was thinking. I imagined Larry meeting me at the coffee shop, and then when I met Elaine, I would ask to go to the bathroom. I would invite him into the bathroom, lift my skirt, and then he could have sex with me there. In my fantasy, I would just say "Thank you", and then go back to meet Elaine.

I put on a striped dress, wore a matching skirt, and didn't wear any underwear.

Elaine met me at the coffee shop. She was about five years older than me. She wasn't planning to go on this trip, but was happy to arrange the itinerary for others in the church. She was carrying a two-month-old baby, who was sleeping comfortably in a baby carrier.

"He has been sleeping for a long time. I'm ready to feed him now. My breasts are already full." Elaine said.

I immediately became curious about nursing.

"How is the nursing work progressing?"

"Great," said Elaine. "Me, my baby, and my husband - we all have plenty of milk." Elaine was embarrassed to say, "My husband, I mean." She dug herself even deeper into the hole. "Well, when Carl was born, my milk came in. It was very painful, and Dustin just drank some to ease the pain. It worked quite well."

Elaine quickly changed the subject, but the thought of my husband sucking my breasts and extracting the excess milk made me extremely excited. This was the essence of what I wanted from my husband - to have him drink my nipples. I noticed that there was a discussion about adult breastfeeding in the MH forum.

We talked for about an hour. I explained how to safely reach Israel. Then I went to the office and prepared to start our church group's trip to Israel.

I kept imagining the scene of my husband sucking the excess milk from me, and I couldn't believe how excited it would make me. It takes about fifteen minutes to drive to the office. I held the steering wheel with one hand and reached into my skirt with the other. While driving, I was masturbating. Is this safe?

Has anyone masturbated while driving? I didn't ejaculate, but wow, I was really on the verge of it at that moment. I was a bit frustrated because I didn't ejaculate. Maybe it was because the road conditions distracted me too much.

The rest of that day I was very busy. I called different airlines to inquire about flight deals to Israel. I completed the investigation and sent the plan to Elaine by email.

On the way home by car, my thoughts once again returned to the scene where my husband sucked my breast and fed me milk. Thinking of this, my vagina began to become moist. Yes, I once again put my empty hand into my skirt and began to gently self-pleasure. I didn't want to have an orgasm. I liked the feeling of thinking about breastfeeding while touching myself. My breasts also felt a sharp pain. In fact, my breasts longed to be touched. I withdrew my empty hand from the skirt and began to touch my breasts through the fabric.

I found that my breasts were almost as sensitive as my private parts. When I got home, I was sweating all over and was completely focused on reaching orgasm. Honestly, my brain was already in an excited state. I went to the bathroom. Then I went to the fridge and took out a small cup filled with milk.

I went to the bedroom with the milk in my hand. I took off my skirt and lay naked on the bed. I dipped my hands in the milk and began to move my nipples up and down, imagining them being sucked. I kept dipping my hands in the milk, feeling the cold milk making my breasts firmer and more sensitive. I started pinching my breasts with one hand and rubbing my clitoris with the other hand that was covered in milk. My nipples became moist, and my vagina was also filled with milk.

Now I imagine my husband licking my vagina after milking my breasts. I'm about to reach orgasm, but I slow down and dip my fingers in more milk. My pubic hair gets wet with the milk, and so does my breast. I start masturbating again. I can't stop that thrilling orgasm, which has exhausted my sexual tension. I pour the remaining milk on my vagina. The cold sensation of the milk mixed with the orgasm makes me want more. I start masturbating again. Another orgasm. Then another. I squeeze my breasts with my wet hands. Wow. It feels like the orgasm has reached its peak again.

After a while, I got up and changed the bed sheets. I took off my underwear and bra. After Larry came home, he trained me after dinner.

"Wow! You had such a strong sex drive when you were pregnant." Larry said.

"You're right," I said.

Later that night, I told Larry that Elaine had asked Bill to drain the excess milk to relieve the pain in his breasts.

Larry said, "This is cool. It sounds good."

I smiled.