My emotional problems and unaceptable streaking behavior all go back to my mother's decision to breastfeed me until I was 25.
I'll never forget the day she finnally weaned me.
I had come home hungry, like any young lad, and had ripped open her leather bodice to get a snack. "STOP! No more titty-juice for you!" she yelled, covering herself from my eager lips for the first time. It was tramatic.
Now, I only date women with so much excess breast-milk that it makes them walk like hunchbacks. Mmmmm, boobies......(gulp gulp)...
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