milk

Audry’s boobs hurt. She loved our son, Zack, and enjoyed breast-feeding him–she almost got off just from his sucking. The feeling of contentment and the sheer sensuousness of the whole thing was incredible. But taking a horse over the jumps made those same milk machines bounce-even in her special ‘nursing sports bra’. That hurt. The whole thing was a confusing mess of trade-offs. Audry wanted children. Actually, she wanted a bunch of children. She also wanted to go to the equestrian nationals this year. And she wanted another baby before the next Olympics. She was...

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