Move both hands to the top of the staff right below the balls. Squeeze firmly and move your hands downward toward the end. Some more milk will ooze ...ut. Move your hands back to the top of the shaft and milk it again. Keep doing that until it is empty.Alan followed directions perfectly. When the milking was finished, daddy moved out of the way. Holly picked up some milk on the end of one finger and put it in her mouth. She sucked and swallowed it. Alan did the same. Holly brought her. "Really?" she said in a high-pitched innocent voice. "You'd never guess that to look at him, would you?"Mike laughed, taking a deep drag on his cigarette. "That's because Gene's not one to brag, honey."Sarah broke the thread at that remark. How could Mike be so blind to his brother's faults? she wondered. Why, Gene was boasting practically all the time. It was one of the many annoying traits which infuriated Sarah so. You should have heard him today, she thought, reaching into the sewing basket. She shook her head from side to side, sprayed spittle and debarked the tree with her shoulders while my thighs and back muscles strained to the task, and she rolled her hips in rhythm with my efforts.It was not easy, but it was surely worth it. It was also downright noisy what with my grunting and her gasping. And it went on for quite a while. I was not sure I was going to survive.Finally we were simply heaving together, faster and faster until she spasmed and shook, screaming, "Fool, fool," as. This time would be different though. "Take off your blouse, lets see your tits properly" called Chris. She started to unfasten the cuffs of the silky blouse, then the front buttons, turning her back to them as she unfastened the last ones then spun back to face them as she pulled it off and flung her arms wide, opening herself to them and showing off her magnificent breasts. She shook them at the unseen watchers and Sandy told her to take off her skirt. She did not stop dancing as she.