“Delicious,” he told her.“Glad you like it. You’ll see some left-overs this week.”“That’s fair. I like left-overs of good cooking. You h...ave something else you want to talk about?”“Is it that clear?” Well, yes. But he let her have more silence to gather her thoughts.“Remember we said that we’d delay a baby until it didn’t interfere with my employment?” She asked. He’d be unlikely to forget it, and they were doing just that. What needed discussion about that?“Yes.”“And,” she continued, “it’s. Milking goats isn’t much different from milking cows, just smaller and shorter. But these were city girls. I was reasonably sure they hadn’t even known that goats gave milk. I spent the next 15 minutes showing Lucy and Susan what they were doing wrong. Once they had the idea, though, they made quick work of it.Next came the hard part. Getting the stock back inside. They couldn’t be left outside. Like humans, they would suffer. But the basic personalities involved could make short work of it if. Before I could slip off her panties and slurp out that pussy, she got hold of my dick from inside my boxers. I swear I nothing have felt softer than her hands stroking my penis. She must not have had been full from her dinner because she pushed me on to the bed and took the entirety of my 6-inch cock to her mouth. I almost jizzed when she gagged on my cock and slurped on further.She was blowing me with great conviction, her drunk eyes full of lust. It was my turn now, I slid her shorts off and. There was no thankful passing out, no, I was wide awake and experiencing every thrust into me. Pia was thrown across the other side, where the assualt on her similarily clad nude body commenced, by the second guy, as the conversation showed she was fucked during the journey out to the place. She was looking at me and we instinctively reached out and held hands. She was like myself very calm showing only the slightest grimace from the assualt on her, which I soon learnt, was from an anal ****,.