When i chanced upon that sweet young maid straddling her milking stool and pulling at a very fine set of udders indeed i couldn't help but remark more than favourably upon her natural girlish expertise and steady dexterity.Not in the least put out by my sudden intrusion, she flashed me a radiant smile and thanked me kindly for my welcome observation without a moments interruption to her hearty activity.
I must confess that although i found great pleasure in watching her nimble and rhythmic fingers at work i also felt a secret tinge of longing to become the deeply satisfied recipient of her artful talents.
It almost seemed that she could read my racing thoughts like a penny romance because it was at that very moment that she smiled once more and asked if i should like to experience the intriguing process for myself.
Faced with such a welcome offer from such a charming little creature as this then the blissful outcome of our fleeting encounter was already assured...as we reluctantly parted later that golden afternoon, the pretty maid wore her customary smile of bashful cheekiness while i wore the silly grin of one who has sampled and enjoyed a thrilling glimpse into an udder world.
