His fingersmoved towards his zipper but then he froze.Marsha said, “Look.”Paul looked. She raised her hands to her blouse andundid the top button....She looked meaningly down at hiszipper. Paul swallowed. She undid another button. Pauldrank in the view as lacy, white bra and the swells ofher breasts appeared.His fingernail found the tag of the zipper and, withfinger and thumb. He slid it down.Marsha reached and hooked a forefinger in thewaistband of his boxers and pulled outwards and down. His. Tobias knew what to do. The dog rested its paws higher on her chest. Its lower body undulated and it red hard cock speared into his mistress’s gaping pussy. Tobias’s speed was frenetic as his cock fucked in and out of her cunt. The dog maintained this high-speed fuck for a couple of minutes, then suddenly paused. Ruth cajoled him. Again he fucked her fast. Ruth held his ears; her head flung back, her body heaved and lifted at the dog. Another pause, then more frantic fucking, faster still. Ruth. No details yet though about who.”“That’s great news.” I said sharing in my daughter’s excitement.I went online immediately I’d put the phone down and checked out the BBC local site. Sure enough, the news headlines were of two arrests, both men in the twenties; no further details supplied. I kept checking over the course of the evening but only the bare details were forthcoming from the police. I still went to bed a happier man.I woke up less than happy though, as some time during the night I’d. All along the route cars were stopped and families were reading monuments and maps on posts. It started out pretty ... then the mined area began ... and that was awful. Piles of debris, gorge walls washed away ... holes in cliffs and junk ... junk and more junk ... but it’s historical and can’t be removed. When I noticed men digging in the river and panning or running high-bankers I realized what the signs meant: Ophir Recreational Reserve.Fossicking was okay.“Erm ... Dad ... you missed our.