Looking for the Source

Alyssa was hungry. She looked for her mother, but couldn't find her. The lady, who was bouncing her and singing, had food. At least it seemed so for Alyssa. The lady was called Chastity and was looking as exotic as Alyssa did. Alyssa was red haired and had almond shaped eyes - the hair color was from her father, the slanted eyes from her mother, who was half Vietnamese. Chastity on the other side had black hair and very dark skin. Alyssa was desperate, so she started looking for food. She grabbed Chastity's top and looked what was inside. Chastity's breasts were huge, much bigger than Alyssa's mother's. "There must be plenty to eat for me." Alyssa thought and made smacking noises in anticipation. She tried to figure out how she could get her mouth to one of the nipples and nourishment. Alyssa's grunts got more urgent. She still looked into the top and made signs to try and climb up on Chastity's stomach. It didn't go unnoticed by Chastity, who swarted all of Alyssa's efforts. Alyssa felt one of the breasts. How was she going to get to the source of her food? Determined Alyssa struggled with the garment until she had lifted it up and made her way up again. Chastity pulled her out - by now Alyssa's hair was standing on ends, and she was near crying. Alyssa kneaded Chastity's left breast, having again a look inside the shirt. Finally she came to the conclusion maybe the fabric wouldn't be in the way, so she latched her mouth onto Chastity's left nipple. Chastity was shocked and cried out loud: "Help!" Her husband Giovanni was amused. He laughed, but had mercy with Chastity and separated the two. Alyssa was frustrated and began to scream. Giovanni was surprised how loud a baby could be and glad he and Chastity didn't have any kids. It didn't take long for him to locate Hue, Alyssa's mother. She was talking to the birthday boy, who had invited them all to celebrate the occasion. Recognizing Athe howls of her daughter, Hue excused herself, picked up Alyssa and went to a quieter place, discreetly opening her blouse and latched her daughter to her nipple. The cries ceased immediately. Alyssa learned one thing - no matter how big a breast was it didn't always provide milk. Best to trust her mother then.

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