We talked about a lot of things including the insane amount of affection that some people had for their cars. Chris even showed me way too fucking man... pictures of his Mustang back home.I noticed that the bimbettes were not pleased by the fact that Chris and I were conversing. Fuck them I thought. But they were the least of my problems. Chris had just gotten done telling me how he and his wife Helen met. She'd been his baby sitter growing up and he'd fallen in love with her though she was ten. It was the most glorious thing she had ever tasted.She slurped and sucked at the enormous nipple, so large that it pressed against her throat like a cock. But no male’s cum had ever tasted so good as the milk coming from the teat. The room filled with the sounds of pleasure - hers, Jen’s, Lisa’s ... and the cow girls as her teats were suckled and milked.Suddenly the cow-girl let out a loud moo of pleasure, even beyond what had been coming from her before, startling Claire for a moment out of. I was nervous, excited, scared, but more noticeably I had a hard on that I couldn’t hide. Clive looked to Chrissie. ”Well, what do you think?” She told him, “I think we should follow you.” Clive winked at me and nodded. His hand brushed Chrissie’s arse as he directed us to follow him. She gave a sort of sigh as he took her hand to lead her through the crowd. We went upstairs and through some sort of dark corridor till we reached a large room. We all went in, and as Clive locked the door behind. ‘Ooooo,’ she murmured when she felt my tongue in this different place. Ruthie knew immediately she was going to like this new experience, and she leaned forward, probably pressing the side of her face against a pillow as she does when I fuck her ass. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I felt her bow her back, presenting an even better target. ‘Mmmm,’ she murmured happily as it started slowly caressing the inside of one ass cheek. I would have responded the same way if my mouth hadn’t been.