Milk Maid Lover_(2)
Milk Maid Darla my wife and I was expecting our first child at any moment. The nervous energy between the two of us was almost palpable. I loaded her packed bags into the car and pulled around to the front of the house to shorten her walking distance. Throwing one bag in the back with a change of clothes for me, although I didn’t think it would be necessary, but Darla had insisted. I heard her scream and I almost drove straight through our prized winning rose garden to get back to her. She stood propped against the doorway as I hurried to her side, just as her water broke spilling onto the front steps. I was in full panic mode at this point and I picked her up and carried her to the silver …