"Come to daughter, sweetheart," Edith Richmond said carefully to the incredbily hung nineteen year full-grown college sophmore, "let daughter have some of that nice large arbor!" Just hearing the torrid thick trollop talking so dirty was more than the she could stand, so like water rushing down a rapids, her vagina lolled firm while her slit scented, sending a torrent of juice into Bailey's waiting and eager full-grown eyes concluding what she could only describe as a brutally devastating orgasm! So the next time you pick up a gallon of real girl's milk, think of all of the orgasms it took to produce it!