She had a neatly trimmed bush. (I now had proof she was a real blonde). Tracey walked to me and kissed me slowly. Her tongue darted in and out of my m...uth and I responded passionately. My cock was again becoming hard and my hands began to explore her lovely body. As we kissed I felt hands undo my trousers and begin to lower them. Dave’s hands ran up and down my legs and stoke my thighs. I loved the feel of his rough hands on my skin. Tracey’s hand released my hard cock as I slipped my finger. There were many floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the neat garden, the privacy afforded by the isolated cottage meaning there was no need to close the curtains. In contrast to the cold oak floor in the hallway, this whole main room had a luxurious deep red carpet. The walls held various oil-paintings in grand frames, mostly depicting nudes. The furniture was all quite old-fashioned but standing in contrast to this was a large television near the sofas. It was currently turned off but a. I told him that I had lube in my purse and begged Jim to use it. He laughed and told me that if I wanted to use lube to go ahead, he would love to watch me finger my "pussy."I took the tube from my pocket book and squeezed some onto the fingers of my right hand. I reached behind me and started working one then two fingers in and out of my ass. I was still laying face down over the desk when I felt Jim grab my right wrist and bend it behind my back. he grabbed my left writs and put it behind my. Nearly a gallon of milk. It was so much that she'd started to have trouble disposing of it all, though eventually she'd located a milk bank willing to take donations. For her, it wasn't about the milk itself, it was about the way it made her feel to produce it inside herself, then to let it out of her in great milky gushes or constant dripping flows. The sensation was not quite like being a cow... it was more like all she was was just a pair of breasts, and that they were doing what breasts.