"My breasts actually make a very special cold strawberry milk."
"Really?" said Jon. "And is this cold, cold strawberry milk or cold strawberry milk at body temperature."
"Oh its cold, cold strawberry milk, all right," said Tabitha. "It's that perfect, cool temperature to cool you down."
"Your breasts do feel rather cool," said Jon. "But, doesn't it hurt your breasts to make cold liquids like that?"
"Not at all," said Tabitha. "It's actually pleasantly cool, and the cold keeps the rest of me cool in warm weather. Going topless would be murder otherwise. I seem to have some insulation in my breasts that only allow a comfortable level of cold reach the rest of my body."
"Do you ever 'milk' a cup of strawberry milk for yourself at all?" asked Jon.
"Sometimes," answered Tabitha. "But usually by the time I can milk out a full glass, it's starting to warm up and I have to cool it in the fridge. But my milk is delicious. But as it's my breast milk I'm drinking, I could be biased."
"Can I have a taste?" asked Jon.
"I'd love that, but there is something I should warn you about first" said Tabitha, as she presented her tit for Jon. Jon latched onto her nipple and sucked heartily before he heard her warning. Tabitha was right. Her milk really was the coldest strawberry milk he had ever drunk. The fact that he was drinking it out of a gorgeous woman's massive naked tit made it all the more delicious.
"I wish you had not done that Jon, I was trying to warn you" said Tabitha as she helped Jon sit down on the couch. He felt very funny all of the sudden, and his eyes got very heavy. He fell asleep, and was awaken a short time later by . . .
