The next afternoon after we were back from some sight seeing it was time to put our plans into action. I asked my wife to change and get ready. She wo...e a beautiful white one-piece short dress, which was backless. As per the plan, she headed for the bar on the beach ordered a cocktail and found herself a nice seat which was in view from my room’s balcony. After few minutes while she was enjoying her drink I told Joshi about my plan and told him to approach her table and asked if he could join. I felt my fingers side over her lips and then found the wet slit. Her pubic hair was soaking wet and when my fingers went in between her lips it slid straight over her wet hole. No only had I never been touched, I had never felt a pussy before. It got too much for me and I started to cum in my pants again. I was so hard it was aching. My hand gripped her pussy and my finger went inside her pussy. She moaned and told me she really wanted my cock in her. I moved my fingers a little bit and found. ”And she does so eloquently. She reaches behind her and unzips her dress, it falls off her shoulders, over her breasts, her waist, her thighs, until it is laying on the ground beneath her. She bends and picks it up and carries it to the couch too. Donald relishes in the sight of her ass swaying as she walks away from him, and the lovely view of her front coming back to him.Standing again in front of him, she undoes her bra and lets it fall down her arms. He reaches out and she hands it to. What to, you ask? Why, to our daughter, of course. And not just to Sudi, but to the role our five-month old greyhound played. He could fuck our little princess like she was a ragdoll.In naming him, we’d once again thought literally and responsibly. Donatore, I suggested to Natasha after quite some thinking and time on language converter sites, throwing names around. It translates to “giver” – perfect for his job of fucking the women in this household. And again, we abbreviate the name. “Don”.