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When her third child was born, she realized how much of a turn on the actual act of lactation was. Shameful to admit, that the physical act of feeding a demanding newborn was physically pleasurable. Many an afternoon, after a feed as the baby slumbered she would allow her fingers to wander down between her thick creamy thighs to investigate the pooling wetness of her center. She always felt guilty when she came, baby just a few feet away,asleep and blissfully unaware of his wanton...