I couldn’t wait to get my hands on those huge jugs of hers again so I just grabbed a double handful right over her top and bra, squeezing those mons...rous breasts as hard as I could while she hungrily groped at my crotch, rubbing my hard cock through my jeans. We were making our way up her front steps at the same time, and finally she broke free and turned away from me to unlock her front door. I thrust my hands up under her shirt from behind and started roughly massaging her big tits through. "Thank you, masters! May I go get cleaned up now?" We agreed that she could go for a swim with us. "You're very kind! And would my masters allow me to return the favor?" We hadn't thought of that, but in keeping with our "anything goes" rule, we both agreed.Later that evening, Julie looked at me and said "I have to piss. It's your turn, big boy!" She took my hand and led me to a spot a little away from the camp, and asked me to lay down, face up. She straddled me, and in the light of. Rumsfeld said, “Boot knife,” the evening sun glistening off his thick wire-rimmed glasses. He followed me into the Buffalo.A tall, skinny man with a cavalry campaign hat had his left arm around the neck of a terrified young whore named Dumpling. She was red-faced, having trouble breathing. The man had a wicked-looking knife used for skinning game in his right hand. The curved tip of the knife was in Dumpling’s right ear.I spoke softly, “What’s your name, bub?”The question surprised him. He. Saturday evening arrived and after my shit, shave, shower and shampoo, got dressed as Sally did and were ready to go out when the buzzer from the gate sounded. Giving K9 a pat and telling him to be a good boy and look after the house, we went out. ‘No need for two cars,’ John said at the gate, ‘we’ve brought ours. Bob, this is Carol. Carol, meet Bob.’ He was introducing me to his quite attractive wife. ‘Hello Bob. John’s told me a lot about you,’ she said with a bright smile and twinkling.