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That hush-hush feeling arrived.  With one hoof Elsa searched the tub bottom and yanked up the rubber stopper. As the water drained, she pulled on a string hanging from the bathroom ceiling, uncurling a window shade.  Taped to it was a three panel magazine centerfold of  Neil Armstrong -- dressed in his astronaut finest.  Elsa scanned the picture.  Just the sight of Neil Armstrong made her teats pucker.  Scooting down to the end of the tub, the cow draped her legs over the edge.  She turned the hot knob to a hard drip, Splat..Splat...Splat... Hind legs spread wide, her inner thighs stuttered in rythum with a thirsty groin. Moaning she stroked her body with a soapy sponging.

 

The cow's imagination undressed her centerfold man, "Oh my Neil! Unzip that spacesuit and release all your manly parts... Oh YES! Pummel me into zero gravity of pleasure!"  Elsa lost control to her gyrating hips.  She stroked faster, " Neil, Neil, Neil my darling... You're my rocket ship. Ignite that fuel and take off with me!"

 

Elsa's body convulsed from ecstasy.  Her teats shot milk so far up in the air that it hit Neil Armstrong in the face.  Milk dripped off his chin...  ( What do you think?  This is from my first novel -- Hey Diddle Diddle -- for lesbains and other grownups. You can order the audio book at MotesBooks.com