She was in her early 50's. Geoff was a bit younger - he also was shaved, a c*ck slightly smaller than mine with long hanging bal*s. He was in good sha...e too. Geoff poured the cream onto my back but Bridget was the one massaging it into my skin. As she slowly but firmly rubbed the sun cream into me i felt her breas** and nip*les brush against my back and bum. I was getting turned on and my swelling was noticed by Geoff who gently put his hand between my legs and moved my c*ck so i was not lying. . I'm so sorry. Do you have ... um ... some paper towels or something? I..." Another squirt of milk shot out of me. "Oh my gosh! I'm making a huge mess! I can't make it stop!"Ann made some little "tsking" sounds with her tongue. "Well, we know you're NOT a parrot, and now we also know what kind of animal you ARE," she scolded. "You're a little milk cow, that's what you are! And I think that's the best way to treat you, too. Get down on the floor! Now!"She went into the kitchen and came back out. “Mike, I can’t tell you how sorry I am and how much I want to make things up to you-”“So you said. Prove it,” Mike said, cutting her off. “Take off your clothes. Now. Right there.”“Oh, O-Ok,” Emma said. She wasn’t entirely shocked by that after sending him the picture but also wasn’t expecting that level of directness. She pulled off her clothes in record time and tossed them on the couch to her left. Naked in Mike’s living room, she stood silently at attention while he just stared at her,. I took the brand from her and ordered her to morph, then I shouted, "ATTACK! TRY TO CUT ALL OF THE THROATS AND I WILL BURN THEM WHEN YOU DO!"The result of that command was a maelstrom of leaping and biting werewolves. The hydra didn't stand a chance as far as saving its existing heads went, but a few did get a chance to grow back before I could reach them with the firebrand. Our great advantage was that we were immune to the bites by the hydra in the sense that it could not penetrate our skins,.