‘For what? We’re watching TV out here!’ He looks puzzled but turns off the TV and joins me. He quickly readies for bed, stripping down to his un...ershirt and lying down. I take my time, stripping slowly as I bounce around the room. ‘Undo my bra please?’ I ask lowering my body in front of him. ‘Of course, babe,’ he replies with a smile. He knows the game I’m playing all too well. Asking him to assist me in getting naked is just a way to get his hands on my body. He struggles for a moment before. How we all know each other. I told him that Neenu and I were childhood friends. We all kept talking for some time.We were talking about my dad, our business abroad and all. Ravi was also talking about his life. Rahul was also telling us about him. He has three other cottages like this around Munnar. He also has some agricultural land and was active in politics. He was boasting about his political career.His home was only a little away from our cottage. He had a wife and two kids. He was talking. The funny sensation, however, wouldn't go away. One morning,while he was kissing me in the kitchen, my then huge breasts became wetwith an unmistakable, white fluid. All of a sudden I was lactating! AfterI realized what was happening, I began swinging between shock and awe.Like volcanoes, my nipples were spitting milk in great quantity, such thatI had to put gauze to plug them and collect their production in a bottle.Mustapha was also quite shocked, and, after tasting my milk (he said itwas. The excitement just grew and grew. It showed absolutely no signs of dying down. “Don't wear that tongue out just yet, you will be needing it in the near future,” I said. Then he stopped and came up towards my face. He kissed me passionately for a minute and I put my arms around him as he had his hands on my boobs. Then he broke the kiss and kissed me on the head once. “Hey my lips are down here,” I said. “I know that. But I wanted to kiss you on the head too,” Steve replied. Then he kissed me.