I loved hearing his low resonating moanand his breathing becoming heavier. I was so emotionally invested inhis pleasure.After a minute he pulled away...from me and smiled at me coyly."Switch, bitch."I laughed instinctively to let him know I liked being used anddegraded and then quickly crawled back towards his penis. I made sureto get my teeth nibbling on his head. I also started working hispenis with my hand and I took in the sensation of touching it. Icouldn't believe I was now working on a. On the other side of the path is a grove of cedars.Romaine turns quickly to me. “Let’s do it,” she says eagerly. “I’ve never done it outdoors.”I’m not so sure about this. It is not that warm in November. We are wearing heavy sweaters and wool trousers. I’m worried about penis shrinkage. Maybe it will be OK in a warm pussy.She faces the fence and unbuttons her trousers. She pulls down her slacks and panties together. They bunch at her knees. She bends forward to grasp a cedar fence rail for. "Thanks Joe," she said coming out of the hallway, "I really appreciate it."I noticed she had on a long white robe, tied at her waist."Come sit at the kitchen table a minute," she said. I could tell she was worried, "I have something I need to talk to you about." Is everything okay?" I asked as I walked over to the table and took a seat."Yes," she hesitated and then said as she sat in the chair next to mine, "Joe, I have something to tell you." I knew something was wrong," I said immediately. "Wimpy! Come on, boy. Come sniff mama's pussy."I thought that might be what a female ape would say in the circumstances if she could only talk. I started towards Wimpy across the dark cage and I could hear him getting up again and sniffing the air. I hoped I was sending out sexy smells on the night breeze. I began to shiver again as I came near to him, a little frightened, but impatient to feel his rough, hairy hide pressing up against me.Then I could see his shadowy form standing just ahead of.