It mustn't have been too bad though because she lowered herself down another inch or so and the tight wet heat surrounding my cock head was exquisite...."That's it Liz, feels different this way doesn't it?"She nodded her head but never took her eyes off the veiny column of flesh spreading her soft flesh. She removed her hand now and putting it on my chest she propped herself up slightly and lowered her ass some more sliding me in about half way. "Now girl rotate your hips some, let it caress the. I fumed for a while, and then I had the idea to give it to Andrew as there was no name on the note; anybody could think they had to do it.A girl was leaving the firm, and it was decided that we would all go down to the pub for a little celebration and the presentation of presents. They were all making their way to the lifts, as was Andrew before I stopped him."Andrew, the boss wants you to photocopy these," I instructed, pointing out to the note on the pile on his desk."Oh, for fuck's sake, he. Good at this.”“There’s nothing to it,” he assured me. “All you have to do is let go. Whatever tries holding you back, bark at it to fuck off.”I laughed. “Kiss me, you goof.”And he did. It was a kiss of the ages, the kind of kiss that put other kisses to shame. His lips were hot against mine, pliant and giving; searing, scorching. The cold and fucked-up world melted away like butter, smooth and bright as sunlight, filling me with a warmth that spread from my fingertips to my toes. I knew it. She couldn't remember how long she had been coming here -- every thum-thum of the insistent machine suckling at her teats seemed to make her mind hazier and hazier. Cows didn't need to think anyway, and she was content to gaze vaguely at the jar and revel in the feeling of giving milk. She hadn't even produced at all, at first, until that session when her then-pert breasts had finally yielded the first reluctant drops. After that, the Farmer said, she was a real cow. She had been given her own.