My fingers worked round her body forcing their way into her cunt from behind, working her wet pussy and having juices flowing all over my finger. I ma...aged to look up and saw that Natasha was squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples hard and she had a look of pure pleasure on her face.“Please don’t I'm not sure about this, I thought you were joking and were going to be nice to me, Sir please stop. Please Sir" Natasha pleaded breathless as she bit her lip sexily. "I've told you if you want. The dog was looking at me, so what? Was I some sort of male-phobe, or whatever the correct word for being afraid of males might be, did I fear men so much that it extended to dogs? No. I wasn't afraid of men. I merely had little interest in them, aside from my boyfriend, and he'd been ... What?"Expected," I sighed, trying to forget the dog behind me as I pulled my bra off my arms."You're the prettiest girl in school," my mom had told me more than once. "I don't know what's wrong with you." When. Man can't turn down abeer, not in this heat! See you around.? I nod, smile, give those bunched-up muscles one last glance, slowly turn aroundand stroll back home. No, I did not swing my hips more than usually. Well,maybe, just a bit! Few days later, bloody heat! We're in the backyard, digesting supperand breathing through gills, what did the Gods have in mind when they designedthis place? I'm loosely wrapped in a light cotton ?sheet?, resemblinga mixed-breed between flower child and native of. Myself."He smiled kindly at her. "Sure. I understand that, I think I'll go now. My name is Pete. I live nearby. I'm married, but..." I know you are," she said. "I've seen you before, many times."Now he was slightly embarrassed. "Oh... have you?" he asked. "Well, good-bye for now. Nice talking to you, Rose." You're a very handsome man," she said softly, but boldly, apparently, for her."And you're a very pretty woman. Good night,"Good night... Pete."He had no more than stepped outside than the.