At first I didn’t comprehend what he had in mind. Most guys wouldn’t have the courage to go near a bloody pussy but he did. There had to be a lot ...f lube from the leaking blood. I felt pressure on my cunt lips as his dick head swam around in my bloody flow. I thought for sure he would puncture my cherry, so close but yet so far. I wished he would have pierced it. I wanted it bad that day, all of it, his dick wedged inside my cunt, like Moses parting the Red Sea sliding in and out. But he didn’t. I'd had that same conversation before with another person. "How do you take care of basic animal needs?"She lowered her voice. "I have some privacy and I've learned to keep my head in the pillow when the freight train arrives. I tend to be noisy." "If you keep looking that good and telling stories, I don't think mine will ever go down." I'll work on finding a place for massage therapy. We'll see."Early the next morning, she sent me into a small enclosed toilet. She winked and said, "Your. “Did you take care of Dusty?” she gave me a little wink.Shit! Had Caitlyn told her about me and Dusty? Just how much did she know about what had happened lately?Sara was Caitlyn’s best friend and probably her only real friend. So I could only assume that she had told her about us and she must know that we were planning on this being a weekend of sex, but what did she think of this?“Yeahhhh. I took Dusty for a walk.” For some reason I felt a little nervous, not something I normally felt in. Sam first showed them her new huge bed; easily room for four girls to make love, or even sleep. The en-suite bathroom had those amazing external and internal shower-heads: Amy promised to try both on Scarlet.Lastly the play-room: it was simply furnished with a semi-circular white leather sofa, a big soft white rug for fucking on and a huge TV screen on the opposite wall for watching Sam's awesome collection of lesbian porn. The whole farmhouse had under-floor heating, so Sam generally padded.