I don’t talk about it with friends, because I think they might find me a bit freakish. I’m desperate to drink breast milk again and trying to thin... of a way to be around lactating women. It’s not like there is a specific place to meet these kinds of ladies. Or is there?I started searching the internet and found a dating service that specializes in lactating mommies. It seems that lactation is a sexual fetish that seems popular with kinky people. I looked through many of the profiles and picked. "Michael why are we going this way? It's much shorter round by the church." Sandra's voice was petulant. She had wanted to be home before dark. It wasn't that she was afraid but, she had to admit to herself, she had always felt more comfortable in the presence of people with bright lights all around."I know," Michael replied, "it's just that there's something I want to show you. It won't take long. Just a few minutes out of our way." Oh alright then," she said. She loved Mike deeply but. I reached her place and texted her to come out but she invited me in and said it will take her time to get ready so I should come in. I went in, she opened the door and had wet hair and she was in process of getting ready, I glanced her gorgeous body and the feelings I had for her for years all exploded inside and told me to take a seat in the living room and she went in her room.I turned on the tv and started watching a movie after a while she calls me and asks me “So how am I looking?” I was. Once inside she hurried off, saying she was going to clean up and ‘get’ ready. Shit! What had I got myself into? What was I going to do? She was in the bathroom and had the door closed and locked (I know, I checked, I wanted in). So, I just sat and waited, and after a little bit the door opened and she stood there. She was wearing a light blue peignoir and matching nightgown, covered too much and especially was to stiff, but I gave not a damn for that. Walking into the bed room she said, ‘It’s.