I was mature in age and well established in the work, then ask for her hand. Lili Parents who already know very well with my father a successful busin...ssman in this town, do not think long to accept the proposal.Once married, we lived in the house of my father, who was awarded as a wedding gift. Nothing fancy like Lili's parents' house, but beautiful, simple and enough to build a small family. With sebua equipped sedan, a maid, I do not need to think about what's what.I'm really happy to be. I was the pile of dirty socks that somehow was always in her closet. I was the ugly portrait that always hung on the living room wall. I was the annoying sound she couldn't get out of her head. In short, she detested me, and had detested me non-stop ever since I interrupted her perfect life by having the audacity of being born.So when she sat down at the extreme other end of the couch to watch TV with me, I paid her no mind and expected the same in return.There is little in the world more inane. Annie is a regular in the milking parlour. She and six other girls are used although many volunteers are waiting to be used as cows, somehow they enjoy the milking process , the hormones are fed through a tube straight into the “cows” throat” and a tube in the anus takes care of the shit extracted , all most useful as fertilizer…Seven AM is milking time an Annie and five others are led to the milking stalls.What a wonderful heard they all are, all have hugely enhanced tits due to the hormone. Touching herself, feeling her warm chest. She would tell me how good she felt. She would tell me how hard her nipples were getting as she squeezed and pinched them. Caressing herself. Then there would be a long period of silence. A hand would slowly slide down to her waistband. I imagined hearing the bottom being unhooked and hearing the sound a zipper being lowered. I would then hear a slight gasp, as the pressure of her shorts was eased. I could see her lightly running her hand over.