When I bent my right breast plopped out. Full 36 very fair breasts with fat slightly elongated nipple were in direct view of the milkman. I was in lim...o. Fully paralyzed statue. And milkman was observing my breast intently.Then without any warning, he took his now empty bucket between his two legs moved a bit closer and started milking me. The sound of a jet of my milk from my right breast hitting his empty steel bucket brought me to my senses. I tried to back out but my hips were stopped from. Out of breath, he dropped his large frame to his knees.He then noticed that his right hand was throbbing. He brought the hand up to eye level to find that he could not see the damage that was done in the dark of night. Now catching his breath, he leaned back to sit on his heels. He looked up at the clear starry sky to find a full moon.He looked back down to realize that he had no idea where he was. Looking around him, found that he was by trees. Then in the distance he heard light splashing. He. Just as a comfort thing for me" "Not a problem" he exclaimed and so we both jumped into the truck. Before I even had the door closed "Tim, long time no see" "You guys know eachother!" After we all talked and we explained everything to Chris the comfort level between everyone was pretty high. George invited us back to his place and we both eagerly agreed, On the drive up we both phone our parents and told them we were spending the night and eachothers houses so they wouldn't wonder where we. .. great burgers! Those were some good times, Lara. I’m from Brooklyn, myself… Liberty Ave., right down the street from The Grant Caffe—best grits in Brooklyn. Of course, everyone in my neighborhood raves about El Castillo DE Jagua, but you know me, Lara, I only order the burgers when I go there… too much spice, you know what I mean, Lara?” Actually, Johnny was wasting his time with the local color—it was OBVIOUS he was a New Yorker and my guess would’ve been a Brooklyn-er too. But he had me at.