You have to believe me," she began."Well that's really good news, Tessa!" I replied sarcastically. "I guess the rainbow colors around your face and th... fact you were unconscious for half an hour or so fooled the medical staff here. They mistakenly thought something had happened to you. If it's an error, we may be able to get a big malpractice settlement. Let's go home." No, Frank, that part wasn't a mistake. I have a concussion and a broken nose. I'll have to have surgery once the swelling goes. She had only given one of her dates a hand job before and that was in the dark. She hadn"t known really what she was doing but he had seemed to enjoy it. Although she wasn"t a virgin, her total experience was one hand job and one time of full sex when she lost her virginity. Her persona of an experienced sexual partner was really a front to hide her nervousness in dealing with boys.She swallowed hard and putting her public persona in place to hide her uncertainty said, "I would be happy to. I slid into her, to a beautiful sigh from Amber, and at first, just entered her with the first couple of inches and moved in and out, my bell-end teasing her outer lips.She could tell what I was up to and gurgled, “stop that, I need you in me. Don’t tease. Just fuck me.” And then after a short gap, “please?”That was all I needed and started to penetrate deep inside her, just bumping against her cervix.“That’s it, that’s it,” she whimpered, her breathing getting more erratic.I’m blessed with. Eve got the old milking stool, and started in on Lally. Fingers, wrists and arms get a real workout when hand-milking. Eve had won a prize at the county fair three years ago, beating out several muscular men. Eve said milking machines were for pansies, and irritated the cows. Even though most co-ops forbade hand-milking, the organic co-op the Burbons belonged to welcomed it, as long as the cows and the milk passed the most stringent biologic tests. And the co-op took the ten gallons or so that.