I pulled him to a sitting position, I couldn’t help but look at the braid she had started. I sighed. “Where are you from?”“I ain’t tell you ...hit!”I reached over to a pressure point and started rubbing it in a circle. While he was screaming bloody murder, I had a look around.We were on the Kentucky side of the riverfront, close enough to hear and smell the water. I can see the remnants of a bridge, and that large ruin there was either an office building or a hotel. I think I-75 is to our. I told her what I felt and she became embarassed and ran into the bathroom. My index finger had a long brown streak on one side from the nail to the second knuckle. Such a dirty girl. I went to the spare bath to wash my hands but couldn't resist a quick sniff first. Musty, stinky. By 10pm we were both slighty intoxicated and so ready to play. First I massaged her buttocks and gave her some more dirty talk about what was coming. She rolled over and I started licking her clit while fingering. Her stance tended to pull the lips apart. The dog's tongue often lapped into the opening. When that happened she visibly trembled.After a few moments her hips began to rock and her belly rippled. She appeared, for short periods, to be fucking the dog's tongue.I saw that tongue go into her vulva with increasing frequency. I think it may even have speared into her vagina once or twice.Both dogs were becoming more excited. They sniffed loudly and pressed their muzzles more enthusiastically into. She tried to turn to him and kiss the face in the mirror at her shoulder, but he said, ‘No, don’t turn around. Not yet.’ As much as she wanted to turn to him, she didn’t. Orlando leaned down to kiss her neck as he put both hands on her waist and then brought them back up to her breasts, without touching them. ‘What do you want me to do now?’ he asked her. ‘You know, don’t ask, do it.’ Without another word, Orlando cupped her heavy breasts in his palms and ran his fingertips over the nipples..