Roy continued stimulating her cunt for many minutes to follow, until she had come continuously and became dry again. The climate wasn’t very hot, ye... she was soaked in sweat when he stopped. She was breathing hard and her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Her face had a strange glow, and she was blushing and had a shy smile on her lips. And she completely looked like the bitch that had been tamed to do whatever it was asked to.He looked at her large cow udders, they were swelling and the. "It'll be okay."I approached the counter, sizing up the clerk. He was in his forties, disheveled and overweight. An air of failure hung around him like a cloud. "I told you," he said, "you can't—"Speaking in a low voice, I cut him off. "What's your name?" Uh, Stan. But—" Look, Stan," I said. "First of all, she's not my kid. But you're right, she is underage. How old do you think she is?" I don't know ... fourteen? Fifteen?" Good guess." In a voice barely above a whisper I said, "Have you ever. She looked at me, then down at herself and then as if it held a fearful attraction, at the leather horse. When she shook off one flip-flop then the other, I realized I'd been holding my breath and I let it out. I tried to hide my relief."Her stripping was another good thing. I know that you, Leo, like the girls to put on a show and make a long tease of it until you pretend frustration and take a firm hand, but not me. I like it simple. And she was so pretty! Her t-shirt came off, then her bra.. “Martin, we want to do the ceremony!” Jen shouted.“Really? Great, I’ll let the minister know and Monique will arrange everything. It will take about half an hour to set up,” Martin said as he shook my hand and kissed my wife on her cheek.He went to find the minister and Monique as I gulped the large whiskey down my throat in one swift go.“Are you sure about this, babe?” I asked Jen.She gritted her teeth and smiled, “No! But I want to!”The bar was full of people scurrying around as Jen and I.