MOLLY<br/><br/>Musco seemed hesitant at first as though he didn't know what to do, but soon his paws began kneading at my udder and that familiar hot stirring began again. Cows are very lucky, it seems no matter what happens to them, they get excited. I felt my belly stir again but pushed that feeling aside as it would be milking time soon. I might get mounted again then, I hoped so.<br/><br/>Then Musco's mouth was at my teat. I was already sensitive from being mated with and his sharp little teeth nipped at me a bit then his long raspy tongue slid over me and I gurgled in happiness. I rolled back more, laying my arms out wide and splaying my legs too, wide in the sun so the warmth tickled my belly. Under me the end of my tail flip-flapped about in the sun.<br/><br/>Musco feasted on my chest and the stirrings got stronger, I could almost sense the milk inside being drawn out, each little pull of his lips and tongue sending small darts of pleasure through me.<br/><br/><strong>"Mmnnnnhhnggnmmm..."</strong>I burbled happily before letting out a gentle sigh, my spare three teats stiffly pointing skywards, each of them beginning to prickle and leak a little in anticipation.<br/><br/><strong>"Mhrrrnooooh..."</strong>I moaned, partly in happiness, partly in arousal.<br/><br/><em>Life is good.</em>