.... and she said she wanted me to thank you for the wonderful compliments you gave her.I said that's it, thats all,......... I thought, ....... ah, ............ I thought she was gonna say I was silly or something. We both laughed, my laugh was out of relief, a relief that Cindy had no idea of what I was relieved from. My thoughts went directly to, okay s*s is out of her room and how do I get the Robins underwear back in the bathroom.s*s rubbed my hair and went downstairs. This was my chance, I. " Missy knew how to milk a cow. She had done that for years. Missy wrapped her left hand around his shaft, which had grown a little from her touch. As she squeezed him and pulled down, Missy noted that her thumb and middle finger wouldn't touch together because of his thickness even though he wasn't completely hard. She squeezed harder until her two fingers touched. "Not so hard, honey. Just do it easy, and milk anything inside out to the end. That's it. See that juice hanging on the end? One. .. "Frank's taken over for Morgan?" Mark questioned."Yep. That's what Link said," Bill Watts replied."Okay... you go back and join your group," Mark said. "Tell Frank to carry on with the hunt. No use of all of us searching for Morgan. I'll take care of that." Right!" Watts answered with a nod of his head, then swung his mount around and was gone."What do you think, Mark?" Steve Foster questioned, moving up alongside his friend."I don't know... but I don't like it," Mark answered. "There was no. "Oh, you let the fingers in there, classy move." Yeah," he moaned, letting his eyes move around a bit. "You're in the lead now, Mom." It's nothing to be ashamed of, Joe. You're dealing with a MILF, and the closest MILF you'll ever have in your life."He nodded and kissed me again. He couldn't seem to let out another word or keep his eyes on me either. I surely didn't fault him; I just loved him for loving me. I couldn't force myself to look around; Joe stole my attention as if he was screaming.