Indian Housewife’s Secret Affair With Her Lover

He pinched firmly on their nipples simultaneously and the girls squirmed in unison as the stinging sensation pulsed through the flesh of the scorned breast, moving to the next breast he pinched again and tugged on the nipple, pulling and squeezing it flat between his fingers, knocking the girl’s knockers together, slapping, groping and pressing his fingers into their flesh as he worked, all the while sniffing their tight, tender bottoms, all along working the girls to a sensual frenzy that they were being overwhelmed by. A little afraid of the man slime, but noticing Jen’s unwavering composure, “what’s this slimy, icky stuff?” Jessica asked kindly, and was told by the milker that it was just something to help the milk flow out of him more easily. Elsewhere on the farm, her daughters were thoroughly excited about their morning. Almost everyone was already seated outside at the two long tables; the blacksmith was busy talking and laughing, she noticed, as she took out the tea.