She's got milk that needs to get in the express mail pronto. But before she gets to the front of the line her boobs start to fill up. Fortunately, there's a hot biker guy interested in relieving the pressure by taking a drink.
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“Oh shit,” I said out loud before I could stop myself. But, it was too late. That was more milk than my breasts could handle, and my boobs were filling up fast. My milk was letting down hours ahead of schedule, and I didn’t understand why. I had to get out of this post office, or they’d be cleaning up the puddle I left behind, but I’d already waited thirty minutes, and I didn’t want to miss the Express Mail deadline, or go through another tortuously long wait again.
