"You fucking whore", Sarah cried out, trying to blow the other woman's face, "you did it, bitch, you mixed That stuff into my drink last night! Oh my god ..." "Well, come on, sweetie, of course I did", answered the woman while blocking Sarah's blow with one hand and grasping her tit with the other, "now be a good girl and let this guy spurt his semen into you womb. He may later visit you at the milk farm every day, we aprecciate when the cows are fucked regularily." "Oh my god, what did you .. I can't beleave this ...", Sarah moaned, as she looked at her unimaginable udder, "I'll never be able to dress anything of my ..." "Oh no", the woman smiled, "You won't need any dresses from now on. You'll be just one little milking cow among twenty others. And not the badest, as I guess ...". With this, she squeezed the breast in her hand until a fountain of hot, fresh girl milk escaped and splattered to the floor. "Well, I think you'll give not less than a gallon in a few days." The cold explanations and the description of her future made Sarah weaken and cry. The sensational weight of her breasts was another reason for her not to resist, when the both teh guy and the woman, who was nobody else than her aunt Annie, led to the table. Laying at her back, she felt a little relieve from the new heavyness tearing her chest. She was not able to see anything but the swollen milky hills of her tits, when she felt her legs being spread apart and the guy entering her cunt. Soon, she knew he'd finished deep inside her, without any protection, of course, but even this thought was nothing compared to the giant curves of breastflesh at her frontside. "Well, get up now, Sarah", came the voice of aunt Annie, "let me show you to the barns now ... I'll milk you myself in the first days, until you get used to the machines ..."
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