My entire being was focused on the heat in my pussy and the will to please him. I felt my juices flowing freely onto his hand. Wetness was coating my ...highs, oozing into the cleft of my bottom.He shifted slightly and began licking my thighs tasting the juices with feather light touches and nibbled his tongue probing the crack of my bottom. I groaned with desire and frustration, ?Please My Master???Not yet my brat but soon I am enjoying watching you struggle? His thumb left my clit and his lips. When we were alone in the exam room, the doctor commented to me about my hymen being missing. I lied. I said I rode horses a lot, from a really young age. I said my dad liked to play cowboy, and so we started riding together every day. I said I’d read the trotting could tear a girl’s hymen. I don’t know why I lie first thing. Gerry tells me it’s common in the Philippines. I really try never to lie to him though.The doctor didn’t think he needed to tell “my dad” about the state of my maidenhead,. The pie tasted scrumptious, really lovely – the best steak pie I’ve had! Wayne had coffee to finish.During our meal Wayne’s phone rang and he took a call at the table, messages were arriving throughout until he turned it off.I waited for Wayne outside at the car admiring the fields and meadows enjoying the superb panoramic views of the local hills.After our meal he had suggested we have a walk around the small country village of Grassington.We parked the car in the car park, paid for a ticket. ”Kevin said, “Look over each other really carefully. There are a lot of places where paint could be hiding.”The girls laughed at their father’s comment and said, “Okay, Dad.” The girls scampered out of the living room and up the stairs.“The girls seemed to enjoy being part of the exhibition,” said Kevin.“So did I. It was kind of cool and naughty to be naked, but not really naked, in front of all those people.”“I could tell.” Kari looked at Kevin and asked how? “I don’t think I have ever seen.