Atthe far side of the building there appeared to him a mountain of bulgingblack plastic bags, in front of them was a four wheeled trolley."Put three o... four bags on the trolley, Dolly." Mister Arnold smirked athis own Witt. "Then pull it over to the bench."The bags were heavy, bulging with clothing and it took all Petersstrength to get them onto the trolley, but when he went to pull it alongby the bars in front it surprised him as it glided along with ease afterhim. He felt like he was a little. Her juices were only just starting to flow as I moved my fingers slowly, moving my other hand I pressed a finger to her anus, gently I circled that little hole and was rewarded by a sudden surge of juices in her pussy, I had found her hot spot.Grinning into her pubic hair I continued to lick at her clit while finger fucking her pussy while pressing and circling her arse-hole, within a short space of time the woman was gasping and her body was actually pressing down to meet my thrusting fingers.. I arrived at the club and went inside. Once inside I could sense people were looking at me and I am sure they were thinking "New Meat" having never seen me before. I took a stool at the bar and ordered myself a drink. There were a lot of people around, some talking, some dancing the atmosphere was quite festive. After about 10 minutes a Butch Dyke, dressed in a flannel shirt, jeans and boots came over and asked if the seat next to me was taken. I said no, its all yours. She sat down and. I know from experience.”I couldn’t believe, couldn’t fathom. If that was true then the milkers must have all taken their clothes off, maybe. My mind rushed through facts. Naked, the F word? The milking parlor filthy, poop everywhere. Why would somebody do it in there? That made no sense at all.She was insane, that was it, or he was, or he was probably lying. He was trying to scare me. But I was suddenly fully understanding all I had witnessed was nothing new to the family and I’d possibly not.