#92473 - He reached his arms out around his cock’s playmates and rested his hands on their asses, gently caressing them through their tight shorts, tracing the outlines of their panty lines all around their firm bottoms, then his fingers followed the seams of their shorts which guided his hands onto ever moistening spots between their legs. He had his shoulder pressed onto their asses as he groped the firm swaying breasts hanging like ripened fruit before him. How could she have let him take it last night? What had come over her that she gave in to such an intrusion of her feminine dignity? She kept thinking about the milker drinking that sip of tea, playing it over and over in her mind, watching it in disgust and then thinking about him going on to finish his cup of tea.