Hold it baby, and stroke it. Oh, shit, I want to suck you Cindy." I liked calling her Cindy. I always had. She had asked me to when Dad and I had join...d her and my stepsisters. And, for some reason, it made me so fucking horny when I called her that. So I did, and then would cum a load of spunk in her mouth or her pussy. Now I had Cindy on a lower bunk bed, leaning up on some pillows. Her hands were twisted in my blond curls, and my mouth was glued to her clit, making her cum fast for me. I was. I believe I was intending to play it by ear and just react to whatever Miranda said or did.Possibly, Miranda didn't recognise me, until I got up close to her; maybe because of the umbrella that I held low to keep the rain off as much as was practical. But when she did finally realise exactly who was approaching her. What I can only describe as a defensive or maybe even a little apprehensive expression came over Miranda's face and she glanced around quite nervously, as if looking to see there. She was panting in pleasure.“Tell your lover what you want, Brenda,” I said.“Fuck me,” she groaned. “Oh, god, fuck me.”The dog seemed to have that in mind himself. He was well trained, I had been told. He definitely acted like he had a liking for human pussy. The tip of his big red cock was just emerging from his sheath when he jumped up on Brenda’s back. She grunted. He was a big dog.And then he began humping at Brenda’s pussy. It only took him a few tries until Brenda was screaming,. And when you wake up, you'll feel like a whole new man."So I did. And I did.Amanda Powell was not the prettiest girl at Brooksville High School. She had too many freckles, she was at least three or four years out of style and her hair never quite seemed to be in any recognizable hairdo. But she was smart and pleasant and often quite unhappy.Except not at this particular moment I'm going to describe. What's happening in my happy memory is in a secluded little knoll of trees in the park a few.