There were always cowhands around, keeping the place neat and clean, but as for management Amanda knew only of the mysterious Farmer. Her eyes went to...the nail where he hung his cap. He was not in today.The air trembled with the subdued purr of machinery. The moment Amanda heard the constant vibrating hum her overfull breasts responded, letting down a thin, fitful stream of milk. Got to hurry before I soak through! Amanda made her way quickly down the row, passing stall after stall. Some were. The only reason I hadn’t stepped over the line was that Angel always took care of my voracious appetites, even though I wanted it more than she did. Actually, she wanted it too, but she wished I would go down on her, something I didn’t like at all and had never done. So our sex life was unbalanced in that way. But I always reminded her that she had my impressively large cock to do the job and should be happy with that. So there we were in Mexico, with me having more fun than her while I went. Eventually she got to the part about our physical appearance. I told her about me having a 48" E cup, that gave her pause. She admitted that there weren’t any women in their group with my kind of size so she warned me that I would get “a lot of attention” I ended up coming clean with her about everything. I told her my husbands size, that it was his idea. She laughed at that saying it is always the mans idea, just that some of the girls end up liking it as well. Then I told her that I figured. ‘That’s all that matters then. Whether you are good enough for her or she is good enough for you is a moot point.’ Just then we heard the front door open and women’s voices. ‘Hey Jeff, where are you?’ Jeff leaned close, whispering quickly. ‘Talk to Crystal. Explain your fears. See how she reacts.’ I nodded as JoAnne, Crystal and John came into the room. ‘There you are.’ JoAnne said walking around the table to kiss Jeff on the cheek. I turned around in the chair. Crystal was standing there.