-Mark's point of view- I run along, slowing down to give her a headstart. I know she likes feeling like its a challenge for me to catch her. I trot al...ng, sniffing the air. I come to a tree that has... Blood on it? I sniff the smear and freeze in my tracks. She's in heat. My eyes dialate and I run at my full speed in her direction. I wonder if she knows? She wasnt bleeding when we woke up.. must have just started. -Rose's point of view- I rub into another tree, moaning to myself as the bark. I'll arrange his blouse andshorts. We do want our new charge looking pansy-pretty for his veryfirst church service, don't we?" Church? Oooh myyy gawd!" thought Julian. "Say it ain't so! I meant shecan't..."The bra was every bit of a match for the panties. It, too, was of aretro-1950's vintage: a tight strap went under his little budding bosomsand his twin pansy peaks were caught up in surprisingly stiff net-likelace that developed their shape to the most advantageous nature. Likehis panties,. It wasn't quite as big, I had his cock in one hand the husbands in the other, two pair of hands on my breasts and a hot mouth delivering a massive orgasm. All of this action caused the man next to me to start to cum and so I immediately leaned over and took his load in my mouth. The man between my legs leaned up and asked my husband if he could fuck me? I think my husband liked the thought of this well endowed man pumping his manhood deep inside my pussy because he was very quick to respond. We may have been a couple for less than a minute or two but it seems that Mrs Jones knows already. Julia took my hand as we walked towards The Magic Flute. This was serious. What was a kiss on the cheek? Any one of the village maidens or matrons would give me that, but holding hands in public was a clear declaration that Julia had accepted me as her boyfriend. I squeezed Julia’s hand lightly. I wasn’t regretting my decision. At The Magic Flute, the operator took our entrance money and started.