Her hand slipped around my waist as she pulled me towards her and her mouth locked onto mine, her lips crashed against mine and her tongue forced its ...ay inside. Forced, would of course, be the opposite word to use in my case. As soon as I realised what sort of kiss it was, my mouth was wide open and waiting for her. We stood there for a good minute with our tongues lashing at each other.“Don‘t know about you…” she said, “but I‘m fucking horny.” I nodded, “Can‘t wait to fuck you now,” I. I don’t know why. The apron didn’t cover the nipples that were a perfect point to the shape of her small breasts. It didn’t cover her hard, firm ass. Her ass cheeks were smaller than my hands, way less than a handful. Her muscular legs allowed her to almost glide across the floor. As I have said before, she moved like a feline pit bull.Those nice legs went all the way up to her voluptuous labia and her wisp of blond pubic hair. WHAT!?!? She had pubic hair! She never had pubic hair. But there it. Then he took off his clothes and told me to hold his erect penis and rub it with my two hands. I was scared and didn’t want to. He told me if I didn’t, he would make me go naked in the house for a whole week.“This happened almost every month, sometimes twice, especially when he didn’t have to go to work on Saturdays. The first several times, he would come to my room late at night while I was sleeping, wake me, grab me by the hair, and then drag me to his room. After a while, I already knew what. ‘OK, I will come with you guys’, I said, relenting, why not, I used to go dogging around there, and never left unsatisfied. I had another glass of wine and by the time we got into the car I was feeling very tipsy. I can remember setting off and listening to the men’s banter, and dozing, and suddenly feeling nice and warm. I would awake in small fits and dozes to hear the men laughing, and realizing they had my skirt up and my legs were open, ‘Fucking hell, she is soaking’, someone said, and.