This exposed her bikini panties to my view. I leaned in and started kissing the soft flesh of her upper thighs as I massaged her legs and hips. I mane...vered my lips at the junction of her thighs and torso, and she elicited a soft moan as I licked her and gently sucked on her sensitive flesh. She tried to shift her hips to escape the delightful stimulation of my mouth on her legs and crotch as I kissed, licked and sucked up and down her inner thighs. My hands on her hips held her in place as I. At this stage I was kneeling on the edge of the bed, my arse looking straight at the camera.Without any request to do so, I let my index finger wander over my little hole, and penetrate it ever so slightly. Bringing it back to my mouth, I saturated it with spittle, before returning it to make a deeper inroad. I had the finger inserted to the knuckle, before I heard the camera save the image for their later enjoyment.Now, with my face on the bed, arse in the air, I began to rub, with my free. The change I had longed for was finally mine, but I hadn't considered the aftereffects and how we would deal with them.We still kissed and embraced, but there was a subtle change in the ambience surrounding us. Things seemed more sober now. It was as if going to Colorado had temporarily freed us; we were at recess and unshackled, free to play and explore and forget the troubles and banalities of life. But then the bell rang and recess was over. We packed our gear and drove home; the kids. I don't think so, Ben fucked me from behind, 'doggy fashion' but not because he's kinky, it's the only way he knows. I'm ashamed to admit why! Ben isn't a man, he really is a dog, he's my sisters Golden Labrador!Short break here, to settle down and take in myself what I've just admitted in print.(It honestly took me weeks after I did it to even accept it all myself. I tried to turn it into a bad dream.) I know some men are turned on by bestiality but every woman I have even mentioned it to has.