First we sat next to each other on a step leading towards the hammock just talking. I really respect and love Dina. I didn’t want to be an overbeari...g horn-dog and jump on her. “Why don’t we sit on the hammock?” I suggested. “It’s not as hard on the butt cheeks.” I added. I also knew that it would push us together with no way to avoid touching each other. We both sunk into the hammock in a sitting position so my left arm and her right were pinned between use with nowhere to put our hands except. "What's 'petanque'?" Melissa wanted to know."It's sort of like English lawn bowling, or Italian bocce," I explained.On the other side of a three-rail fence stood a large barn in a large field. Four tall, furry critters stood impassively in the field."Horses," I said laconically."You have horses?" Melissa asked excitedly."You have horses?" Marcy was far more dubious."We have horses," I confirmed."They have horses!" Melissa waxed ecstatic. She could see herself riding one of the beasts, I'm. My my head was spinning as I made lunch. We ate lunch at the table. When he had finished he ordered me on the table in front of him. "Spread your legs, slut." My vagina was completely exposed to him. "Very nice, now make sure it stays that way. I don't ever want to find a hair down there again." He then leaned forward and licked my vagina. I jumped. "Stay still, slut." He licked up and down my labia. I was so humiliated. How could he lick me there. I felt his tongue enter me and probe about. He. “I want you to say thank you every time you cum.” She giggled, “Okay!” “This man is adorable,” she thought. He continued to make her cum until she ached for his cock inside of her. She was shaking by the time she moved down to straddle his hips once again. She tightened around him as she slowly lowered herself down on his beautiful cock. She moaned loudly and said “thank you” as she instantly had an incredibly long, intense orgasm. “Wow, how long has it been since you had sex?” “Too long, maybe.