The water gushing from the hose was incredibly cooling, so inviting. It seemed a logical idea to stick the hose down the front of my swimsuit botto...s. Why not? Wouldn't that feel good to you too on a hot day? I'm sure it would. The water was turned up to maximum, or at least as high as the water pressure would allow it to go. Giggling with girlish enthusiasm, I stuck the hose far down into my tiny swimsuit. I was around seven years old at the time. Lucky me.At first, the only. She was short and good-looking but the outsized glasses and baggy clothes hid most of her. She vibrated though and something about her fascinated me. Elizabeth Malone was bundle of boundless energy and intelligence that I wanted to unwrap. She stopped a step below me and looked up in a show of anger. I did not miss the calculation of her performance, and almost spoiled it with a smile."What are you doing?" she seethed.I turned to look at the crony. He sat down and tried not to look smug. Danny. Beneath him, she thrilled to the pumping of his thick cock, distending her sensitive cunt as few others had before, and as her husband was incapable of doing with his barely average sized tool. Her swollen nipples ached and throbbed, her cunt getting wetter and ever more sensitive as her lover’s practiced and controlled rhythm gradually and inexorably drew her closer to a second orgasm. As her excitement grew he slowly increased the tempo of his thrusts, driving his cock home to the root, the. May I ask something.Me – go ahead.She – do you consider yourself to be a dom or a sub.Me – oooh, interesting. I have always been a dominant one. What about you.She- somethings I like rough and being told to do something, I think so. Have never tried it, but wish to.Anyways let’s pack up after the copying finishes, I will book a cab till then.I offered her a ride home as I lived near her house, she readily accepted. On the way we discussed more about that stuff, that really got me turned on. I.