“As you may not know, all our second year and higher cows can be handfuls. Buttercup is one of those, perhaps the most of a handful you’ll get. If...she had her way, she would spend all her time fucking instead of being milked. And let me tell you, her milk is a specialty seller.”There are a few murmurs of understanding. Buttercup is one of the company’s best producers. Her milk is like a fine wine, so it is marketed as a specialty product, along with a few select others. It’s a bit pricier then. You do me so good. Hurry and get a good cum Derek, so we can go again. I need to have supper ready when your daddy gets home. We’re going over to his new boss’s to play cards tonight. I hope you don’t mind staying here.”“I don’t mind a bit. I’d rather be here than having to watch all of you playing cards.”“I know Hon. They’re older and their kids are grown. They’ve have grandkids your age, your dad said.”“Lets get a new condom Mom, and you get on top of me. I really like to fuck that way.”“I do. Jumping off ledges. Spinning. Twirling.Shoes scraping the concrete she flows in and out of disturbingly impressive male voices of bourbon and cigarettes and the melodic notes of sultry purring females. She delivers each and every line and inner-monologue as if she’s reading Shakespeare: passion and pain and brooding.And all of the mother fucking sound effects present in damn near every comic.POW! BAM! ZWOOSH! CRUNCH! KABOOM! BZZZZ!It’s got me laughing so hard I swear my ribs are going to crack. Unable to contain herself, Megan leaps onto the bed and plants a deep, sensual kiss – the girls’ tongues exploring each other’s mouths and Emma neatly manages to break the kiss and lift Megan’s t-shirt off in one smooth motion and immediately begins kissing her again. The girls’ passion increases with every touch, every action and Megan’s hand starts to stroke down Emma’s stomach, starting to rub her pussy through her little white panties. Emma lies on her back, pulling Megan over her and.