Barocca adjusted it so that the pumping actions were slower and prolonged. Much like those of a mechanical milking device working on a cow's udders. ... That was how the ritual had gotten its nickname of "milking time". Tiffany continued to shoot off long, thick streams of hot, sticky sperm into the container as everyone in the chamber watched in amazement. Tiffany was now engrossed in the moment of her orgasm. Tiffany stared at the shaft of her pulsing cock, the veins now clearly defined and. "Alyssia,Very pretty. I like his judgment, he named you well."I start to think about Nicole, and I'm getting a little bituncomfortable. "I think I should go home now, could I borrow this dress? Ireally don't want to change, I've enjoyed tonight soooo much. Like a date!" Really? Could have fooled me!" he smiles. (I blush) "Sure, I think Iunderstand. What about your mother?"Unsaid is what will she say when I come home in heels and a dress."Oh, she's gone, visiting Lily, groovin on the college. Lindsay Graham was my age and since our parents were close friends we grew up together. It was not uncommon that we had weekend sleepovers at each other’s house.As we got older, we went from playing with dolls to playing with boys. When I was 19, I had long stopped going to church. By this age, I had friends that were outside of the church but Lindsay and I still had a connection. I still hung out with Lindsay occasionally. She had a mischievous streak just like me.One weekend when I was. Centaurs never bothered with clothes as no one made clothes to fit creatures that were not supposed to exist but like horses their body hair kept them warm in even freezing weather so Charlie’s muscles stood proud and his prick on seeing Holly had grown to full erection in uncircumsised glory ready for action. The sight certainly made more juices bubble up from Hollys quim and were not soaked in her panties as she hadn,t bothered with them only stockings and suspenders under her sun dress and.