I was mad at the little shit for fooling me the way he had, but my ass was sore from its reaming and I was about to turn inside out with frustration. ... mean, he'd gotten me so hot I'd enjoyed what he did! And then he'd thrown me aside without letting me have my orgasm!And when dear, faithful Gunner came over and started nosing at me and whining with sympathy it was more than I could take. I grabbed him and threw my arms around his neck and cried into his ruff. Part shepherd and part something. She pulled a white bathing cap down over her blond curls and then stepped to the edge of the pool, paused a moment and dove in. When Cathy popped up next to me I tried not to stare at her chest. I was 13 and Cathy had what every young boy wanted to look at ... BREASTS. Not just some little bumps or the first vestiges of breasts, but a real nice beautiful set of B cup kind of breasts.As she stood next to me in the pool, I noticed how her blue and white striped suit clung to her body and her. From the first time right up until the divorce we fucked. We never made love, we fucked. She liked it hard, rough and in any position, any hole or any location. She loved to be taken and loved to be called a whore, slut etc… you call her names and she’d just start cumming. You slap her ass or her tits and an orgasm would just gush out of her.She had fantasies about my oldest son walking in and catching us while I was doing her doggy and him just sticking his dick right in her mouth and down. I got up from my chair, went over and turned her around. With her back towards me, I began fondling those lovely breasts. Her nipples poked out of the material of her bra. She bent over and put her hands on the bed. She then backed her ass onto my lap, no doubt feeling my hard on. I unsnapped her bra and got her upright again. From behind, I put my hand on panty. She grabbed my hand and put it inside. She was already wet. I played with her clit some, but she wanted me. She turned around pulled.