What does it matter? The size of my breasts are the least of my worries. I'm a cow. I- Lynn's slower brain had a moment of clarity. 'Cow' linked with ...milk which then linked with Christopher's farm and the bottle of milk he gave her. It can't be, she told herself. He can't have done this to me, could he? How? How could it even have happened? Lynn mentally went over the conversations she'd had with Christopher. She felt slightly odd doing it. With the way she'd been feeling lately and the. I sort of half assed kept an eye out to see if I could figure out who the lucky guy would be. When the half time show came on we all attacked the chicken wings at the kitchen table. I told the guys we have to eat them in here. The furniture and carpet don't like hot wing sauce. After the game came back on we had all settled back down to watch it. I got up to go piss and on my way back to my seat I turned and went into the kitchen. My wife was putting some plates in the dishwasher and as she was. “Oooooooooooooooh SHHHHHIIIIIITTTT,” was Brianna’s reaction as she squirted on my fingers, after my continuous jabbing of her g-spot over and over. She relaxed and slowed her roll, but Rachel was still bucking like a wild animal on top of me, and as soon as Brie came, she was intent on following suite shortly afterwards.“I’m gonna cum, I’M CUMMMMMIINNGG TOOOOOOOO!!!” I quickly decided on using both my wet hand and free hand to hold on to her hips in fear of her throwing us all off the bed and. Matron’s AccountI was working in my room, which is next to the headmaster’s office, when there was a knock on my door.“Come in,” I called.The young man who Mrs. Smith and I had caned a week or so ago shuffled in looking very sorry for himself. He stood waiting to be told to speak.“Who are you and why are you here?” I asked.He mumbled, “I’m Adam Taylor. I’m in the lower 6th and...”“Speak up boy,” I snapped.“I’m Adam Taylor. I’m in the lower 6th and Mr. Bradley told me to come to see you... Oh,.