Dottie's mind focused on his touch, the gentle milking action sent her body swaying to and fro automatically. His erection was now forgotten as her self turned inside, giving into her body, the frame curved and soft, not flabby and ugly.
Perhaps if she bent at the waist, he thought, I might just make it. He pulled harder, out and down, then back, and further out and down, his eyes blinded by the white, flexible flesh in his hands. Too hard, he warned, watching the body muscles stiffen. She wasn't ready for that yet. But soon, he promised himself, loosening his hold. He stepped back, gently lowering her breasts.
His tugging hands had jarred her. She had followed the turn to face him with ease, but the pull of his hands downward abruptly reminded her of his maleness. His eyes burned into h
