I opened the gate, scraping back the snow which had piled up behind it. I turned and closed the gate and walked to the front door. I knocked and stood...back. I shivered and waited for a half a minute or so. No answer. I knocked again, louder. Perhaps no one’s home. Maybe I should try the other door. I'd turned and walked two paces back along the path towards the gate when I heard the door open. A voice said, “Can I help you?” I turned and saw a lady standing in the doorway. She said, “Please,. Becky: “Beth I’m so turned on but I still can’t cum,what the hell is my problem?”Beth: “You just gotta keep going and keep thinkingabout someone else touching you.” Becky: “I have an idea… why don’t we just do it foreach other?”…”We can both just touch each other andit’ll be easier for us both to get off…”Beth thought about this and how weird it was for hersister to actually be asking her to touch her. I didn't know of Glasgow dogging locations but by the way he was driving me he knew where he was taking me too!We pulled up a car park that was very dark and by the looks of things on some small industrial estate, which I presume meant it would be private, but surely quite? and I only hoped other scottish dogger's knew about this otherwise I was going to have a long night waiting in the car ........BUT I got that wrong, as my master got out and walked me over with the lead to a lamp post and. Up to a point.So he gazed at her legs, so long and lithe. Her calves were muscular yet very feminine. His eyes moved up to her knees and then to her lower thighs."Amazing" was the word that filled his mind. She turned slightly allowing him to see a few inches more up her skirt.The mystery and sheer sensuality that filled the air was thick and rich. He felt like a kid sneaking a peek at the teacher's legs as he looked at her and tried to remember to breathe.He didn't want to lose any dignity he.