I stopped the hike, and handed my tool (a Swiss Army knife) to Melissa. She got the joke, while the tall one rolled his eyes.“Melissa darling, why d...n’t you just ‘help yourself’ to his penis? I’m sure that Jack won’t mind,” he encouraged her to make physical contact with me. She looked at me with hope mixed with curiosity as I gave her a small nod. I stood with my legs slightly spread as she moved in for a touch.From her body language it was clear that she wanted to touch, but didn’t know how. I knew my body was done unloading itself into Eve, but my mind just didn’t seem to get it. Neither did Eve’s apparently. “Uhh Tom, are you done?” she asked exhaustedly, her face showing it all. Her eyes were half closed and her mouth hung open, breathing ragged. “I don’t even know,” I gasped, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back into her soft pillows. “I can’t stop,” she said, an edge of concern in her tired voice. “It won’t stop. Sooo good.” She actually started to drool a. I was so wet that I decided to down load another, Icontinued to watch for a while as my cunt continued toget very wet. My fingers were now working away at my clitas another finger entered my cunt. I came there and then and couldn’t believe my reaction towatching doggy porn. My dog was now sitting at my feetand watching me, looking at my with what appeared to looklike a smile on her face.I decided that I would love to feel doggy tongue lick mycunt, I turned the computer off and went and. We ended up on the porch swing. James fetched our coats as midnight approached and there would be fireworks to follow. I had switched to this incredible peachy drink that had very little bite to it, disguising the alcohol almost entirely. Normally rather reserved, I found myself cheerfully chattering away with James, confessing all kinds of hidden thoughts and feelings. I believe I mentioned my penchant for poetry in the 10th grade and my ardent desire to be published in The New Yorker. I also.