Pregnant at nineteen—stupid I know—but when my chest starts aching I have no idea what to do and no-one to turn to. In my despair I rush to my next door neighbor, Dr. Richards, for relief and he quickly sets about releasing the mounting pressure, shooting my breast milk everywhere. In the midst of the ordeal he and I realize how badly we've wanted each other and things turn very naughty as Dr. Richards claims me in a bout of breeding lactation passion that I won't soon forget—and neither will you!
