. dogs, horses, donkeys and it was all on film in living color.The worst part? She was SLOW. There wasn't any other word that fit.She was on the lower...left side of the bell curve.She couldn't write ... she could print but cursive stumped her. Spelling was a disaster and she couldn't remember what she printed from one day to the next ... so she couldn't read it.It took all of November to learn to spell November. Then the bastards tore the sheet off the calendar and it was a whole new month.. I climbed between them and placed my handsunder her knees and pushed up. I asked her to rest her feet on my shoulders andkeep her knees apart. She complied and I began to lick her big pussy again. I lickedher butt hole again and she moaned. I circled the tip of my tongue around her butthole then tickled the opening. She was oooooing and oohhhing as I spread herpussy lips and tickled her clit over and over till she was pushing on my shoulderswith her feet in ecstasy.Sensing she was near orgasm. "Jesus, Rory. What's got you all hard and horny?"He smiled at her, not the least bit ashamed. "What do you think? You're looking pretty good there, girl. Naked suits you."She blushed, for once at a loss for words, and took another dive, coming up right in front of me. "Wow, D, nice one. Looks like you're enjoying the view too." She bounced up in the water, bringing her tits above the waterline, giving me another look at those oversized nipples, easily within reach.I didn't know what to say. She. ‘Oh God,’ she moaned. ‘Please…’ He stilled inside of her and all she could do was glory in the feel of his throbbing cock buried deep inside of her to the hilt. ‘You can do better that that, Cathy,’ he muttered through clenched teeth. Instictively she hooked her ankles together as she hang on to him, unconsciously clenching around him, drawing a moan from him. She bit her lips, even as they curved in a wicked smile, to prevent her own moan, wanting to enjoy the angry, startled look on his face..