Paul was her highschool sweetheart, instead of college he enlisted in the Army. They were to be married when he got back from 'over there'. Instead of...a wedding, the ceremony was a military funeral with full honors. We talked for hours, going back to my place after the restaurant had closed for the night. The sun came up and we continued to talk as we walked down to the corner shop for danish and coffee. We fell asleep on the couch, holding on to each other around ten.The phone ringing woke us. I needed it to just happen. I reached behind and pushed the dog’s snout away but wiggled my ass at him, hoping to somehow entice him. When it works and he jumped onto my ass and lower back, I flinched but the dog was also determined. With his furry body resting on my bare back, his front legs wrapped around my mid-section and his hips started flexing, his hard cock probing at my bottom. In that first instant, it seemed the dog thrust numerous times. Anton moved to assist but after several. Knowing this was the trickiest part, she waited until they slowed a little at one of the corners, before quickly pushing her shorts down over her butt before setting her bare skin back onto the quite warm saddle. Hard part done, it was not long before her shorts joined her shirt getting stuffed into her bag, and her bare legs now straddled the mule and she felt the knob of the saddle begin to do quite delicious things to her cunny.At the next switchback Dirk’s eyes were all over Robin and it. “I supposed that hundred clams you dropped on Slagstone was good luck. I can’t wait to hear how you explain that one to Wilma.”“Child’s play, Rubble,” Fred grinned. “I’ll just give her a little of the old Flintstone magic and she won’t even ask about the money.”“Sure Fred, sure.” Barney smiled back. “I guess I forgot all about your magical charm.”While Fred and Barney had exchanged barbs, Wilma had snuck out the Rubbles front door and entered her house from the street side. She no sooner.