Medication and Lactation Pt 3
“Are you sure you want me in there with you?” I asked Katy as I opened the car door for her. She stepped out and my gaze lingered on her toned midriff that her white sweater failed to cover. She had a long torso, but I had tasted every inch of it and was looking forward to doing it again. The same went for everything she hid under her black leggings. “Of course I do!” Katy assured me. She was acting as a surrogate for my sister’s baby and was about two months pregnant. She had just barely...