My name is Dillon, for the majority of my life I've been simply called 'Lon'.
Last weekend was the weirdest of my life.
Let me begin...
My wife had never been able to successfully breastfeed our baby. In the end we decided it was best to use a formula.
One weekend when they were 3 months old, we paid a visit to my in-laws, after they had finished being fed the formula by their Nanny, she looked up from them and asked if we had really given breastfeeding a try? We agreed that we had, she then announced 'Let me try!' to my surprise her reached into her bra through her tee shirt and pulled out one of her what I now know to be 38DDs.
She rubbed the nipple in our sleeping babies face, before putting her breast back into her bra and handing the baby over to my father in law.
The next visit we made, i couldn't get over how much fuller once one saggy 38DDs had gotten, I tried everything in my power to not look down her v necked tee shirt and thought I had succeeded.
I sat in their living room, watching the TV, when my mother in law emerged from the kitchen, looking slightly pained! She sat on the sofa next to me and explained that the breast pump that they had purchased had broken, as my wife and her Dad were out, and her beasts were swollen and full of milk, she desperately needed some relief and could I help?