‘You…you know I do!’ He rolled on his side and reached for her, but she stepped back, just out of his reach. ‘If you really want me, you’ll ...ave to catch me,’ Bonnie giggled, then, as naked as the day she was born, but much lovelier, she started running across the meadow. Mitch clambered to his feet and, his erection bobbing as he ran, chased after her. He quickly learned that running naked with your body in a full state of arousal, wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to do. He tried to catch. Little did he know I was also craving something. “That was a nice breakfast, Noah,” he said, “Can you go to my room in ten minutes? I need help moving my bed.” “Sure thing,” I replied.Matt went up to his bedroom as I was washing the dishes. I dried my hands and went upstairs. I opened his door and saw him shirtless. His massive pecs were gleaming. His biceps were popping with veins. His abs looked so smooth. I looked down and saw he was only wearing boxers. I saw a big bulge and knew it was his. She had a hucow fetish and had been able to induce lactation and use the machines in the barn to extract her milk. He said it was very effective and safe but only for someone very serious about committing to it. He told me to think about it and he gave me his business card with his phone number on it. He left and still stood there speechless.Well obviously that was all I could think about for the next few days. I did as much research as I could on dairy goats and milking machines. I found some. My nipples tighten thinking about you and I move my hands up to hold my breasts, imagining it’s your hands. Then I reach for my shower scrunchie, a little pink one, and lather it up. I hope your sitting comfortably now, this show is for you. I start tracing slow circles around my stomach. My free hand spreads some of the suds round to my side and then I move both hands up to my breasts. I imagine the scratchy feel of the scrunchie is the stubble on your chin as you kiss my skin. My hands are.