Beata serves coffee and spills some milk

Julia watched with mouth agape as her Mother walked slowly to her Father, her huge breasts swinging with every step, barely contained by her dress. But what happened next was what made her jaw drop to the floor.

"Coffee's reaty Monsieur" Beata said in a shaky voice, before cursing in her mind. She was supposed to play German milk maid, Monsieur (and her fake accent) was French.

Luckily Jan just snickered and didn't make her do another entrance.

She took a deep breath and keeping the tray steady she bent in front of the coffee table, unloading the coffee cup from her tray.

"Would Meister like some milk?". Wait, was Meister same as Monsieur or more akin to host or landlord? Why is she even thinking about this now? Why thoughts like this were running through her head? Well. The nerves probably.

"Yes. I would like my coffee white" said Jan with a shaky at the end - yet mostly confident voice. "With plenty of milk please"

Looks like Beata was not the only one that was nervous - even though he was the one to set it up! Or maybe it was an excitement?

The fact that he seemed to be literally salivating while staring at her breasts that due to a fact she was bent at almost 90 degrees were now swinging freely under her, and almost completely exposed.

"Of course... Right away". She couldn't help but to let her voice hang a bit. Knowing what she's about to do.

Still bent over the coffee table, she ran her hand down her breasts, pulling the white frilly cotton top off them, and fully releasing them. Jan's knuckles were white at this point from holding onto the arm of the chair. His wife's boutiful, veiny, milk filled breasts right in front of him, yet he had to play his role too and maintain at least semblance of decorum.

With a deep breath she grabbed her left breast with both hands. One around the base with the nipple held between her index finger and a thumb, the other higher up around the base of the breast.

She was only going to aim, but just a slight touch made a squirt of milk leak from her breast and stain the table, missing the coffee cup. She shoot the quick look at her husband unsure how to proceed...

The only question really is, does she lick it up or he?
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