.. I get to run my hands all over your body... er, all over your pajamas, I guess... and I don't get slapped?” “Well... there are some rules... bu... you don't even have to keep your hands on the outside of the pajamas.” “Wow, the rules must be some doozers... Okay, lets have it. What are the rules?” “Pretty simple really. Just pretend we're wearing swim suits. Any area that would be covered by the swim suit is a 'protected' area. You can't hide the quarter there and you can't search there.”. Leaning back against him, arms raised, eyes still closed, she listened as he talked to her, her mind absorbing the compliments and the sensations on her body, making her feel warm and wanton. She felt his fingers wander down to her tummy. ‘I love your navel, it dips in like a little love hole, surrounded by soft silken skin, a place to rest my head, like a little pillow, just made for me.’ and then his fingers reached her mound, ‘Mmm, Froo, some men love their woman to shave themselves down. As she ran her hands up and down the length of my jean covered legs, she tilted her head. "Just don't think about it," she whispered.Easier said than done, but I decided to give it a try. I couldn't seem to end the fantasy and I really didn't have a choice anyway. Both hands found their way to the fastenings on my jeans. Natalie unbuttoned and unzipped them. Smiling up at me the entire time, the lower half of her body out of view, she reached down beneath the rim of my boxers and started. 'Meanwhile, back in the clearing where he had left the young diva, the large Shepherd had managed to shove his knot deep past her pussylips and remained locked in her aching cunt. Now that he had found the purchase that he was seeking, he hunched down and humped her harder still."Pleas... please doggy, pull yourself out of my pussy," she pleaded breathlessly from the multiple orgasms she had already had. "You... you're hurting my cunny so much."But the large animal didn't understand any of her.