My fingers were wet with a clear fluid. I squeezed my legs together some, and that sent a pleasant tingle through my body.I was horny, very horny. I p...shed my hand back down and touched my clit again, rubbing it, pressing it, finding out what felt right. The sensations caused me to shiver even more. It drove me to continue, tempting my fingers to tease more and more. I rubbed and touched myself, filling this female body of mine with new-found pleasure. My hand seemed to gain a mind of its own. She kept trying to push back against me but I would move away from her. She started to beg. "Don't be like Al. I want you to fuck me." she said. "You want me to fuck you like Steph wants to be fucked?" I asked. She was quiet for a minute and I thought I might have gone too far. Then she moaned. "Fuck me like Steph wants. Pound my pussy so hard I can't walk tomorrow. Punish this little girl."I looked down at my wife's ass and started thinking about Stephanie. I imagined it was her ass that was. Now while I had been absent the straps and such that had bound Milly, had vanished and the dogs put back into wence they had come, so we all sat at the table, munching a rather nice home-made madeira cake and swilling tea for a while, getting to know one another. Now, being a rather devious character, (Jim calls me deviant but he`s a cynic) I decided to steer the conversation towards a sexual content, mentioning my authorship of some stories on a computer site, though I didn’t mention the site. "Officer, my grandparents moved out there about forty years ago. They used to live on this property. I can show you where the house once stood if you want and describe what it looked like." Oh, oh, looks like it wasn't just the cop that wasn't in a good mood.Eventually the cops were satisfied and climbed back in their car. Beth looked ready to ask them to close the gate behind them, but thought better of it.The last of the stragglers showed up just in time for our annual skins-and-shirts.