*** “Hi Dean, What do you have in the bag?”“Hi honey, nothing that you need to know about right now.”“Aww, Dean.”“You will see soon enou...h, Cindy. Wow, you look fantastic in that sundress! Will you have the picnic basket ready, say in about forty five minutes?”“Why thank you, Honey. Yes, it will be ready.”I give her a quick kiss on the cheek, grab the bag and Pepsi as I head out for the workshop. After seeing my wife with her nipples pressing against the material of her dress, Mr. Johnson is. Her touch was driving me insane! My ass lifted. She pulled my panties down. With firm strokes she began to massage my ass, kneading my cheeks. God, I needed relief but still she ignored my pussy. Returning to my legs, now wide apart, her fingers trailed every so lightly up my inner thigh. I held my breadth as that amazing touch, like little butterflies, neared my aching pussy. But again it moved away. I moaned. I wasn’t sure how much more I could stand! "Turn over," my teaser, said. I rolled. Skye carries her tail lower and has a more rounded head. Islay carries her tail higher and is marginally more square-headed. It's their eyes chiefly, I suppose, and their behaviour. Both are very obedient but Skye has slightly harder look in her eyes and is prepared to argue the toss on occasions. I think you've got to be pretty close to them to know the difference." I'll wait and see."Jerry had heard about Emma's daughters and discovered that she had no son. She asked after his family."What. 'Let me get this right' she asked him quietly, 'You want me to put this inside me', her throat was dry as she spoke and nervously glanced around where they were, and he nodded in the affirmative, 'While it's on the gear stick', she added.He was smiling as she spoke, 'My God he thought, if only she would, she is so fucking sexy and young'.She was hoping her excitement did not show, she had seen videos of girls doing exactly what he was suggesting, besides she felt herself warm to the dirty idea.