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"Hey John, you want some happy milk?" Lauren asked. It was a little unusual for Lauren to offer milk so casually. Lately she had been using the prospect of a sip from her bountiful chest to extract favors from the boys. They were usually minor, but it added up to Lauren doing almost none of the chores around the house. John thought it might have had something to do with the fact that Mark was in the room. Lauren had been pissed at Mark for the last couple of days, though he did not know why. Still, he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to have a drink.
Mark watched as Lauren pulled her left breast out of the top of her tight pink vneck. She had hardly acknowledged his existence since their fight about the parking space, which meant that he had not had a drop of her heavenly milk in days. Happy milk was not supposed to be chemically addictive, but there was something different about Lauren's. He was spending more and more time fantasying about suckling at her bosom.