“They have foxes here?” asked Betty.“Maybe I should have said foxy girl hunting,” replied Judy. “We’re going to hunt Kat first.”Meanwhil..., Kathleen was being prepared for the hunt. She was given some moccasins and safety goggles. Then a handler brought the dogs. Each hound was brought forward to get her scent. Then she was told to run as far as she could and to hide as best she could. Her goal was to not get caught. She started running.The moccasins protected her feet well and she was thankful. “Tell me what you are feeling, please?”“It’s like a bottle of lubrication was emptied inside me surrounding your penis, and everything is slip-sliding around. I love it, I love you, but don’t tell Faith I said that, please?”“You love me?” I said.“Oh yes, I do. Faith told me what sex felt like and she was exactly right. She also told me that it feels the best when you are doing it with someone you love. That someone is you, Steven. We just can’t tell Faith, can we?”“I think that Faith needs to. After sampling her delightful nipples for a bit I wanted to see what other tasty treats she had for me. I stood up from the bed where I sat and grabbing her thighs just under her ass, I lifted her up and turned her around, tossing her onto the bed on her back, giggling. I grabbed her panties by the waistband and pulled them down over her hips and down her long, lean legs and off. I put the sopping wet garment to my nose, inhaling her musky woman scent and causing her to moan loudly, seeing me. He raised himself with sheer strength until he was face to face with her, wild eyes boring into his soul. And then he entered her, with one stroke, and he felt complete.Her mouth opened but no sound came out, her eyes looking shocked in a way he wished every woman he'd fucked had had. With his hands still firmly on her rear he simply ground himself into her, his coarse hair rasping at her lips, her clitoris, every part of her most sacred of places. He collapsed onto her, pressing her.