Well, if the women were thirsty, they should do something about that. They had udders, they might as well make use of them. Erin changed “talking” to “nursing”. Immediately, she was delighted by the result.
The three women were now sitting in a circle. Trish was sucking on Sindy’s udder, Sindy was sucking on Tina’s udder, and Tina was sucking on Trish’s udder.
“Wow, your milk is like, so good,” Sindy mooed to Tina. Tina smirked.
“I know. No one has milk like me. It’s because I eat well. Unlike some people, who chow down on onions and garlic right before getting milked.”
“That was one time,” Trish snapped. “And if you hate my milk so much, why are you drinking it?”
“Geez, I was just joking,” Tina said, rolling her eyes. “Chill, girl. I don’t drink milk from anyone who doesn’t have the second-most delicious stuff around. I’m the most delicious, of course.”
All the milk talk and continuing compliments were starting to wear on Erin. She was getting bored. She needed to change the women again. But how?