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Their skin had a kind of youthfulness that was simply unreal looking,
almost like some kind of living soft plastic with a subsurface glow.
It was amazingly smooth enough that I felt compelled to touch it, to
see if it was real.

There was no way my shy nature would ever allow that although the
narrowness of the walkway forced milkers to squeeze by one another. It
was impossible not to make bodily contact when moving down through the
stanchions. As they moved by me they weren't the least hesitant to
make a lot of contact even using their hands to position me as they
squeezed by. I was surprised by the familiarity of where they were
touching which left me a bit confused but not minding the experience.