Two women, nearly a generation apart, freshly fucked by our dogs, and now finding comfort and love in each other’s arms and bodies.That night, Helen...and I greet Tim home in matching floor length shear gowns, heels, and white stockings for contrast and to show through the gowns. We have out done ourselves with a meal worthy of coming from Mom. Well, relative to what we often came up with, anyway. Helen is anxious to hear from Mom. She is due to be back in two days, but after our talk and Carlos’. " ... I don't remember meeting her. Isn't that strange? I remember getting to the fountain and then I just ... I don't remember what happened after that." Ah! That's interesting." He stands and holds out an arm. "Will you take my arm? I think we should take a walk." A walk? Where will we walk?" I think it's time for you to take me to the fountain." Oh ... but..." Edward Richardson, there is a band-aid on your soul. It has been protecting a wound. But it is time to take off the band-aid." I. My crotch was pressed right up against her back side. I glanced at the clock next to the bed. Yep, I had dozed off for at least an hour. It was still before midnight, but we had just had a marathon sexual session and I guess my body decided it needed some rest.I whispered into Ellen's ear. "Hey there, are you awake?"She released herself from my arms and turned to look at me."Yep, I'm awake. Have a nice nap?" I guess so, sorry about that. I suppose that's what happens when you hook up with an. I felt the bed moving and opened my eyes. Rhea climbed onto the bed to sit against the headboard. She was naked except for a silky black half slip that was hiked up to her hips. She spread her legs one to either side of my face with her pussy only inches away. Her fingers played at her swollen dark pink labia and I could see the juices seeping from them. Chris could see it too and was fucking me harder and faster. As Rhea fondled her pussy with one hand her other played with the pale pink.