" Sam!" Marcie said, and blushed, but Joan laughed."Well, I can tell you what Sam looks for," she said to Marcie."Oh, can you?" Sam said. "All right, ...hat do I look for?" Tits!" she said positively.Marcie blushed even more fiercely, but she laughed. Sam pretended to scowl at his sister."Sure, sis," he said ironically. "I prefer women to have tits." Yes," Joan went on, "but not just *any* tits. Really *good* tits!"Marcie was still giggling uncontrollably, and Sam was forced to laugh as well.. With my mouth still occupied I gave a bit of a moan but even I could not determine if it was out of please or pain. There was some discomfort but not as much as I had anticipated. Then the next finger was slipped in and I could feel my hole stretching a bit. She was working those fingers. In and out, over and over. After several minutes you could hear how wet my hole had become. I had been moaning. There was no question any more. These moans were out of pleasure. I was her bitch and I was. She wanted the moment to go on forever, but a new pulse beat, throbbing to life between her legs told her there was more. She arched her back into Rafe’s caress and allowed him to work his magic on her body. She allowed him to slide her dress off her hips and onto the floor, then stood while he removed her petticoats, stockings and drawers. Oddly, she felt no shame in standing naked before him. She watched as he stood and slowly undressed in front of her, each item baring more velvet covered. I remember well the shock of him cumming inside my cunt the first time, and having pulled my knickers back up to go home, we were outside on a beach, to later find my gusset so sloppy with his seed when I took them off, how naïve I was! I often washed my knicks in the bathroom and dried them on my window ledge as I didn’t want to see the cum stains, or god forbid fresh cummy messy in the crotch of them.Getting back to the ‘dogging’, I was wary of just how I would be used by all these strange.