I’m not fit to be a wife. I know Nick is going to leave me. I just don’t know why he wants to torture me first.’ This was news to me. I knew she...thought about things differently than I did but this floored me. What was she thinking? ‘Honey, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I love you. You are my wife.’ ‘It is the wife’s job to give her husband children. I tried. Now I can’t. When they tied my tubes they killed our marriage. I’m not even a woman!’ ‘I don’t care about having children! I. We were on a new lease where many wells had been drilled. I drove my truck right into a recently filled waste water pit that was used while drilling. Growing up in the oil field I knew the uses for these pits and how to spot them but I was excited about driving this large truck, larger than the farm trucks I had driven before. My brother once brought home a dead rabbit that he said he had killed, but from looking and smelling, our mom knew that rabbit had drowned in a pit. Anyway, I knew that I. Nothing to do at all, actually.The electric pumps tugged away at my nipples, the rhythmic humming a soothing sound. These particular pumps only had one speed setting, and it was beginning to be a bit too slow for my comfort and patience. They were barely adequate. At least they did ​something​ though.The television was running a playlist of videos I had set up. Some were porn, some were not, but all of them involved a woman lactating in some form. Usually pumping. Some of the videos were fairly. They struck a conversation and seemed to be getting along pretty good. I was to infatuated with that beautiful body of Judy’s, I never thought of sharing it. I had about three beers while I was shooting and on my forth game I lost. I was out of the money, all I had left was Judy and sex (Poor John, I know everyone feels sorry for me). I walked back over to the bar and Judy introduced me to the guy setting next to her, his name was Kevin. We had been in the bar for about two hours at this point..