Hucow Wet Nurse: Hucow Lactation Age Gap Milking Breast Feeding Adult Nursing Age Difference XXX Erotica

By Bessie Hucow

Raven was beside herself as she tried to find a way to help out her boss, the farmer Mr. McLean. Due to an unfortunate accident during his wife’s delivery, he was tasked with being the sole caretaker. When Raven learned that they’d made a pact not to ever bottle-feed, she searched frantically for the solution.
That solution came in the form of a small pill.
Becoming a Hucow isn’t easy as Raven’s about to learn. Watch as she’s put through her paces by a VERY dominant cowboy. He takes her in ways that she’s never dreamed of and she takes his seed inside her VERY fertile belly.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Publishdrive
• Release date: May 26, 2018

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I'm really sorry for your loss, Mr. McLean, Raven said as she finished her work in the kitchen. She'd been working for Mr. and Mrs. McLean for the last several years on their farm and had gotten to know them both quite well. That was why it was so traumatic when his wife died while giving birth to their child.

John hugged her and cried on her shoulder. She was a fine woman, he said finally, his eyes red with tears. We had so many dreams together. The baby was one of them. She wanted her so badly. And the irony is, she won't live to see her grow up.

Raven held him close to her as he unleashed another round of tears on her shoulder. It was the closest she'd ever been to him and even though she felt bad about it, she found herself getting excited by his manliness.

I wish there was something I could do to help you, Mr. McLean, Raven said as she helped him wipe away his tears.

That's just it, he explained as he sat down on the kitchen table and put his head in his hands. We vowed that little Rebecca would only be breast-fed – and now I can't even keep my last promise to my wife. He began crying again and Raven rubbed his shoulders.

Don't worry, Mr. McLean, we’ll figure something out, Raven said as she trundled upstairs to bed.

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Try as she might get to sleep, Raven couldn't stop thinking about the farmer's plight. Not only was she going to grow up not knowing who birthed her, but she was going to be forced to drink from a bottle. That didn't sit too well with her.

Without realizing what she was doing, Raven got out of bed and sat in front of the computer. What was she looking for, anyway? The woman was gone. There was no way of bringing her back – at least not that she knew of. But if there was a way that she could help