Ah, a familiar topic. Well, about an hour before my morning workout, I avail myself to a 720ml dose of fresh breast milk from a local nursery for unwed mothers. Because this is a preworkout dose, the most contemporary research from the Norwegian Institute of Pointy-Sisters (aka, NIPS) recommends the selection of a lovely young hebrette for her milk's naturally higher androgen content. Subsequently, I find that aggression and intensity are noticeably increased, and, I have to say, the batch of chocolate goodness is consistently top-shelf, human grade stuff, and not some lower quality Chinese generic counterfeit (the well-known maxim, "knocked-up is greater than knocked-off" applies here, as always). Later in the evening, after "official" closing hours, I return to the nursery for a fresh re-dose from another buxom nubile nubian, and, when discretionary income allows, the fellating services of a blonde dormitory wetnurse for (i) increased positive synergies and (ii) stimulating that much sought after 3-D, blow-up from within effect. Sides are tolerable.
