I am sure you will have another healthy calf.”It was surprising news but really not a big deal, after all I had given birth seven times already. I s...ttled back into a routine I always kept when I was pregnant. I would go get milked when I needed to. I didn't have sex with the bulls but my secret lover visited me in the milking barn and continues to fuck me. My pregnancy progressed like normal except for one thing. My belly was getting big, just not as big as normal. Since this was my eighth. As the crowd closed in, hands reached for strands of fringe. Laura never objected; when a feminine arm reached Laura smiled encouragement. Pulling her dance partner along, they worked around their circle. They touched, stroked, and were stroked by their acolytes. When male lips came for a kiss; Laura dodged and kissed his date lightly instead. Women reached for Black Adonis’ glistening chest, and he loved the attention. Eventually Laura worked her way completely around the circle until she. Then she would turn her back to me and find a way that I could see her most intimate treasures. She put her leg back on the chair when the song ended – even though I had no place to put her “tip.” The move was strictly to give me a look between her thighs.She ran a finger through her slit and then held it out for me to taste – then backed away with a giggle when I moved my head forward.She slipped her digit between her lips and then traced it down her body again until it rested between her. I stopped in fascinated wonder as I rounded the corner and could look into the bathroom and see in the mirror. There, getting undressed, was the woman from the front counter! She was standing in front of the mirror running her hands through her hair, pulling it slightly and lifting it away from her scalp, her eyes closed as she massaged herself. She rotated her head a bit, rocking it on her neck and released the muscles there and then dropped her hands. Stepping away from the counter I watched.