"Could be worse." After two weeks, I'm panting, and my back is cramped. That's the burden of feeding." She seemed exhausted and weak. "The milk flows ...ike a dozen water-pistols. It's hilarious. All the ranchers would pay me to spray into their drunken mouths, a half-foot away." Makes me want to own a ranch." She sighed. "Without a hard-sucking, the pressure builds." She was sweating -- in obvious physical discomfort.He gasped. "My mother had huge breasts. But she never breast-fed me." Do you. However she did take a liking to moving around as such caused her remaining scandalous clothing to rub and in certain points dig in just the right places . She paused as she noticed her wig had fallen off as well, her lovely short hair exposed. Her cosplay which she spent the better part of three minutes throwing together was useless now, and not just useless as a cosplay, but useless as clothing all together. It was then that the giant vixen flashed a smile, noticing that there was indeed. I grabbed the vibrator to distract her from the pain and it worked. After a while, she got used to the pounding and started to like it and cum and jerk around wildly. We spent a few hours treating her like our own personal fuck toy and called her a cheating slut and closet dyke. I loved fucking her with the strap-on from behind while she was eating my best friend’s red pussy. But the biggest turn-on for me was lying on my back, my legs against Chelsea’s shoulders while she fucked me, and. She’s my girlfriend.”I asked, “Girlfriend?”Elizabeth said, “Yes Daddy. Katrina and I have been lesbian lovers for three months now. We always go to her house because both of her parents work.”I said, “So all I have to do is fuck you to keep you quiet. That seems more like a reward to me.” I rubbed her breasts and poked my finger into her pussy. “Is there room in there for me?”Elizabeth replied, “There is room in there for her mother’s dildo, so I think so.”We dropped Katrina off and then I felt.