Milking was starting without a hitch, no delay, and the flow of the cow filled tide told me I was going to be involved in new work learning on the fly... I moved to get busy with whatever I was to be doing as I entered what was known as the milk house. The paint on the interior walls was supposed to be white, I assumed, but was a bit dingy in places yet kept clean. I could tell. It was cool, felt damp in there, almost uncomfortable cool but the kind of coolness that reminded me of my grandparents. My buddy kept bitching that he was hot and wouldn't go to bed. finally, my girl was like look, we are wanting to mess around, go to bed. My buddy was like no, yall switch rooms with us, then you can. Well the other bed was smaller, no fire place, she didn't want to. At this point mind you, I could have cared less, I just wanted to get my dick in her. But anyway, they argued back and fourth and finally she was like look, I'm gonna just start sucking his dick if you don't leave, thinking he. Soon her husband let out a loud groan and was shooting spurt after spurt of his warm cum down her throat. When he was finished, he just rolled over and went back to sleep, leaving his wife with a belly full of warm cum and an unsatisfied pussy. She buttoned her pajama top back up and went to the bathroom, she brushed her teeth and rinsed with some mouthwash. Then she went downstairs to the kitchen and started the coffee maker, with the coffee brewing she went to the front door and retrieved. On my knees, I shuffled forward too, so I was back face to face with his cock. He tilted his head back and took another hit from his j as once again, I lowered my lips over his cockhead and down his shaft. Working with him in a sitting position, I could take him a little deeper now, and I concentrated on bobbing my head up and down his shaft, tilting my head from side to side to let my tongue work the underside of his dick from different angles. My hands moved to the base of his tool, first.