It was just him and me so nobody else could hear our conversation. He asked me if I was serious. I looked at his face and saw that he was. I asked wha... he meant. He said about getting milked, was I seriously wanting to do that. I felt my stomach flutter a little bit and I had to swallow. I just nodded. He smiled then and said that he had a large herd of dairy goats. He milked them everyday using commercial goat milking machines. He had experience using the machines to milk a human female, his. A few minutes later, Ling showed up. Again, we kissed with more passion than the last kiss this morning. This was going to be a successful evening; I could feel it. There was a nervousness in Ling but also a latent desire that I could feel. I asked what she wanted to drink and/or eat – she was happy to just have a milk shake as well, so whilst she sat down and relaxed, I went and got her drink.Once I’d sat down again, next to Ling not across from her – I thought this was easier for any type of. Tell me you love it" I LOVE it" He saidShe watches as the cock disappeared in his ass, swallowing it. She slapped himon the butt and gave in a pinch."Ohhh shiiiit" He moaned"You came, you came you little wimp"He banged on the car and begged for mercy but Jazzmon showed none. Instead shegrabbed his hair and made him lick up the cum before slamming him back on thecar. He felt humiliated as she drove herself to another orgasm"Damm you ass much love this" She said "Tearing this shit up"She slammed. "That's a very dangerous statement to make to a guy." I commented."Bullshit. You won't do anything." She taunted. "You're too much of a nice guy."Wanna bet?" I challenged.We both looked at the door to the bathroom. Helen glanced back at me, and then, with a rapid motion, pulled her dirty t-shirt up over her head, revealing a black sports bra covering her breasts. There was a soft bounce as she did so, my eyes naturally drawn to her taut breasts. She placed one hand on her hip in a confident.