The stockings were the one for each leg type they felt a little scratchy on my legs. She had no panties on and the robe felt silky and nice. She was w...rm and smelled great from some type of bath lotion.I reached up to pull her robe open but she grabbed my hands. In the firmest voice I had ever heard her use she told me "keep you hands to your side or were going to stop, Understand?" Yes I immediately answered. I loved everything so far and had to see where this was going.She leaned forward. Her knees trembled, her legs limp and weak as he scoured the walls of her tunnel with his dexterous tongue, her muscles contracting around it but not strong enough to contain the powerful organ. His jagged teeth pressed into her belly, taking her almost into his mouth to extend the reach of his already impressive tongue, piling it inside her in fat coils when he found that he could go no further.He filled her to capacity, his slick muscle squirming against her flesh as she reflexively tried to. “Come and lick me, now!” she demanded. I crawled forward and started to kiss the inside of her thighs, slowly working my way up. She was having none of that. Violently grabbing my hair she forced my face straight up between her legs. “Now lick me,” she yelled. I did so fervently, feeling her hard clit poking onto my tongue, tasting her sweet juices as they were smothered over my face. Just as I thought I was going to make her come the car pulled to a halt. “Get. Make the most of it while you can. And don’t get married or pregnant if you want to keep enjoying yourself.”“I’ve already worked that one out Mick.” I just about managed to say.Mick left the milking machine on and it wasn’t long before the pulsing of the machine made us both cum. Duke had followed us into the milking shed and was going from one pussy to the other, having a couple of licks then moving to the other.Mick finally switched the machine off when we’d both cum.“That was amazing Mick;”.