[Bessie]<br/><br/>The Miltank almost sighed as she felt Mile's panting and moaning in her mouth... she could tell he was already loosing energy.<br/><br/>/<span style="font-style: italic">C'mon boy...</span>/ she thought to herself, as her tongue kept up it's relentless work. /<span style="font-style: italic">at least last until you're down my throat... at this rate, you'll be unconscious when I swallow you!</span>/<br/><br/>Bessie would only swallow Miles when she was sure he'd enjoyed himself and came for her... but it seemed the boy was enjoying himself a bit too much.<br/><br/>/<span style="font-style: italic">ah well. Cum, then, I'll let him recover in my belly then give him a REAL taste of what is expected of my child...</span>/<br/><br/>Bessie not psychic, but she felt thinking her conversation settle her course of action.