"Is this it Jingo? Are you cumming... filling me... with your jism."Jingo stayed motionless above her as his balls squeezed his seed into his willing ...itch. His ballsack tightening with each surge of jism. The dog knew that his knot would keep his fluids trapped within Mac's womb for a good while to maximize his chances of impregnating her.The dog had been shooting inside of Mac's cunt for over a minute already and still she could feel him shooting as hard as ever into her. She couldn't get. When I returned I resumed my position back on his shoulders, this time, more intimate, he knew but never let on, my panties were back in the porto-loo, I was rubbing my naked pussy against his bared neck and as we walked back into the throng of people he asked me if it felt better, of course it did, and I kept squeezing my thighs together.Part way through the concert a number one hit got everyone jumping up and down, someone behind must have saw my bare bum and started to finger me, I came and. "It's very nice!" she smiles glancing down at it again. "Not massive but a very good size, a lot of fun to ride I'd imagine" she giggles as she runs her hand over her breast and nipple infront of me. "Do you mind if I..." she pauses reaching out for it but hesitating, looking at me with a smirk waiting for my permission. I go even more red not expecting her response and question that followed "uhh....yeh sure I guess" i swallow a little nervous before taking a quick sip and looking down at her. But, our little game was great fun in other ways, If quite tame by many people’s standards. However, it also in no small way, illustrates the strange duality and contradictions to my own sexual turn-ons, so please continue dear reader if still interested.A bit of background, if I may. Our town, like many ex-industrial, English towns and cities, is struggling to find an identity in this modern world. The once vibrant, working class communities and cultures (which we were both born into), have.