But unlike him she did not stop there. She moved down his belly and to his waist, where she licked his hip softly sending a shiver up his spine. It wa...n't long until she was at his sheath. Her tongue moved slowly over the exposed pink tip of his cock slowly coaxing him out of his sheath. He shivered and soon found his paws on top of her head as her tongue worked him over. She was far more experienced than any woman he had ever been with, but he thought it to rude to point this out to her.. ” She rolled her eyes like she usually did when I talked and said, “whatever”. “What are you doing down here anyways?” I asked her. “Nothing else to do, plus mom told me to come tell you that supper was going to be early, like right now, so come on to the house.” “Fine” I was my only response. That was not nearly enough fishing time for my first day. I left my rod and reel and my bait because I planned to come back after supper and started back up the hill towards the cabin. Jess was just. But one look at Tara and I think I would have done anything she asked. First, she didn’t smell like slightly washed dead fish like the women I knew down at the waterfront bar. Women in our town worked as cutters gutting and cleaning the catch, or as packers in the canneries, shelling Crab. Most of them had fannies the size of a Walrus, several wore rubber boots right into the bars. I saw more than one woman out on the dance floor in those, carrying on to some tune out of the old jukebox. Once. I found out, as much by accident as anything else, that she enjoyed having her arsehole played with. I’d tried putting a finger up my own while masturbating a couple of times and found it a pleasant experience. It seemed to heighten the pleasure of my orgasm, so I could see why Sherri liked it. I had even got to the point yesterday when I had poked a finger in it and she inadvertently moaned. I tried to make out it had happened by accident. Today was going to be no accident. After I’d spread.