He turned me around, pulled my jeans down my legs and I felt his fingers moving up and down between my ass checks. Damn. It felt super exciting. Then...I felt something wet and cool sliding along my checks and then at the opening to my boi pussy. He had planned this and had brought some lube.....he was a ballsy fucker!!!.He bent me over and I dropped to my hands and knees with him behind me. I have never bottomed much before then, but I thought I'd try to see what was going to happen.I felt him. She has a big head of blonde hair, with what looks like half a can of hairspray keeping everything locked in place. A long face, with a big mouth and horsey teeth. She looks like a woman who’s gone a little off the rails.We hear her introduction as she approaches – well spoken, but perhaps just a little drunk. “Hello ... I’m Margaret Connell ... I’m 58 years old, and I’m a retired teacher from Dartmouth in Devon ... And I want to have sex with a dog!”We cut to a shot of her sitting at the table. . Especially Isabelle... I've never seen her express so much love for me. She's constantly wanting to be with me, wanting to be hugged, wanting to do something for me... It's a little strange..." Uh... Nice though, right?" Oh yes! But strange... Who ever heard of a seven-year old who devotes her life to pleasing her mother?" Well, yeah... I'm sure when we get back home, things will return to normal." I hope so... It's just a little strange... And the two dolls I gave her for Christmas..." Well,. As her fingers grasped the lunch packet, she looked up. He turned his head to look away but was too slow to avoid her catching him checking out her tits.“Do you see anything you like?”He hadn’t been prepared for her question or the embarrassment of getting caught. It took him a second to pull himself back together.“I wouldn’t say that I like something I see but I like someone I see.”“And do you think you would like to see more of that someone this week end?”He wondered where this was leading.