Bob's Life

This woman, like the first, clutches you to her breast and you immediately latch onto to her small breast. She begins to lactate, weakly, but consistently. The milk does not taste as good as the first, but breast beggers can't be choosers. Sadly, she does not have much milk and soon the milk wellspring runs dry. As soon as she releases you, you begin to cry again. This time, they pass you up to the driver, and she begins to take her top off (to the joy and suprise of the redneck in the car in front of you).