grumpyoldperv
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Why thank you, Hal. If you don't mind, I will.
Murmurring softly to Donna, I slide my hand across her flank and back. Gently touching her so she knows not to be afraid of my touch. My hand moves down and softly rubs her udders. They are hard and full. I back away and find a small bucket. Again I approach and begin touching her udders. A small drip clings to each teat. Obviously she is full and in need. Placing the bucket underneath, I begin to milk her. Squeezing and pulling each udder down as I work the milk from them until they are dry. Sending strong sprays of her milk into the bucket. First working her left teat until it is dry. Then moving on to the right. "Good Girl." I tell her when I am done. I carry her creamy milk away.
Murmurring softly to Donna, I slide my hand across her flank and back. Gently touching her so she knows not to be afraid of my touch. My hand moves down and softly rubs her udders. They are hard and full. I back away and find a small bucket. Again I approach and begin touching her udders. A small drip clings to each teat. Obviously she is full and in need. Placing the bucket underneath, I begin to milk her. Squeezing and pulling each udder down as I work the milk from them until they are dry. Sending strong sprays of her milk into the bucket. First working her left teat until it is dry. Then moving on to the right. "Good Girl." I tell her when I am done. I carry her creamy milk away.