She pulled her head back and got into a great rhythm with her hands. When I told her I was close, she squatted in front of me. I closed my eyes and I ...quirted my load onto her breasts. My legs felt weak and I barely notice her get out of the shower. She was already half dry when her voice snapped me out of my euphoria. ‘Hey, don’t be long. You have to get to work soon.’ By the time I cleaned myself and got out, she was almost ready. A quick peck on the cheek and she was off to get the kids up. We arrived at the holding cell, and the officer said it was Ok about the shirt—several inside had shed theirs as well. There was one young looking punk sitting at the edge of one bench. I gave him a sideways kick and told him to move. He obliged—scared lil pussy, and I kicked back on the hard wooden bench, and proceeded to go to sleep.Next morning came kinda early for me—someone yelling “breakfast” I decided to get up—could be a while till next chance for food. Nobody was talking much. There. I remembered how smoke puffers worked, and made sure to drop the tree segment containing the hive over canvas to keep from getting dirt in the wax and honey. Then a block and tackle were used to drag it to the farm site after plugging the nest openings with mud and clay. I let the hive sit for a month before cracking it open, using an axe, hammers and wedges.I had the shotgun loaded and ready, in case an opportune feeder decided to come to the party.The barrels I found that were still sound. .. licking me? Startled by this, I awoke to find that Stormy was lapping my face. My hand was stroking a pussy, alright, but not my wife's! Stormy was stretched out next to me, laying with her hind feet in the air as I felt up her wet, canine labia!At first, I was horrified at the situation. But Stormy actually seemed to be enjoying it, if her eager licking was any indication. And we did have the place all to ourselves... ah, hell, who was to know? If this brought her some pleasure, well, she.