” I whispered as my cock throbbed.“I’m so pleased you like them; they’re just about ready for milking; wanna do some shit with them,” she gi...gled softly.“Christ Yea, I sure would Shelia!”“Is that so?” she murmured softly, “Well this cock of yours also needs milking: so lie back on my bed and we can both get started!”Chapter 2We had to drive some to reach the little hidden lake that Dad had taken us too when I was ten, but it was worth it. There were lots of trees and grass; the perfect spot if. He licked his lips and said, "Hell, it's been a while since I got any. Guess I'll take some."That broke the dam and before we left that evening we had all fucked the poor woman at least twice. Her bed was a mess. I swear the wet spot was three feet in diameter and her pussy was a swamp. She had cum so many times she couldn't move. She just lay there and moaned as we fucked her. I think she may have even slept through some of the sex.The next morning and throughout the week I felt terrible about. Another snippet of Mel’s good advice drifted into the room while Peter was brewing more tea.“So just use your wrist to gauge the temperature. Like this. Couple of drops.”I guess Mel was telling Caroline how to check the temperature of the milk.“Well, I was actually going to use this three hundred pound infrared bottle heater. See, it has a thermal imaging camera. If it’s orange, it’s supposed to be fine,” answered Caroline. I just toppled over and tried to smother my laughter in a six hundred. Grabbing my hair again, she turned me around, pulled my head back and with my body arched back, began to whip my tits hard. I moaned out loud as each stroke lashed at my tits, the pain shooting through me until I began to feel the pleasure of the whip on my flesh. “You like that don’t you whore?’ she asked. “Fuck yeah” I answered back. “Whip my fuckin’ tits” I added as she resumed her lashing. After a few more well placed strokes, she let me go. Threw the teddy at me, “Put this on for my.