Michele had been enjoying Isaac mouth at her breast,while stroking his large thick dick.  She tried her best rub caress his ball. Not an easy task for there wasn’t much space in his pants. They felt heavy and large in her small hand.  All she wanted to do was make him feel as good as he had made her feel. Michele had been so consumed  by what she was feeling that she had released that Isaac had been drawing milk from. Michele a very rare condition that had been hand down from genes from her mother. When excited by sexual contact she produces milk. It embarrasses her when she lactated.<br/><br/>It was only when Isaac stop his sucking on her breast did she realized what was going on. The question was there in his eye. Crimson red flooded her face. Gather her shirt move and getting off the bed. Thinking that he would think that she may have a baby. She had taken care of that ten years ago by have a birth control implant placed in her. .<br/><br/>“Im sorry Isaac. It’s not what you think.” Michele stumble over the words, while buttoning up her shirt Trying to keep her voice low.” It’s a condition I have.” More blush bloom on her face. She couldn’t even bring her eyes to his face. Remembering the hateful words that was said to as the bartender bit her. Drawing her milk even though she didn’t want his attention. Not being able to control who he breast reacted. Saying that he was surprised that  was able to keep a baby a secret in their small town. She could not explain him what was going nor did she want to. All she wanted to do was get away from him. “ Genetics.”Fumble with her jeans. Thinking he would hate her and think that she was a freak. She scolded herself for letting things go so far. She knew better.