Quite obviously showing off my rear. I was so frightened, but I did as she asked. In fact, it seemed that having done so much I found myself committed... like whatever the embarrassment, that I'd agreed to go far beyond all limits at her bequest and to do anything other than continue to do as she says would be to draw attention to the whole situation. To make waves now would be too horrible. Then I heard the door open. Turning my head slightly I could see Ms. Dailey at the door and Leah James. She was braced against the onslaught of canine fucking and feeling the knot being pushed at her opening when Joe touched her shoulder, “There is a couple setting up their spot further down the beach, do you want to stop?”“Oh, god … don’t you dare stop this! Kneel next to me, but … mmmmmmmm … ooooooooo … Joe, honey, don’t stop him!”He smiled and took up his place next to her, hoping to block enough of the view. Them fucking on the beach might be one thing, but the dog? That might be too much.. He might have been my uncle, but I could feel his enormous erection through his thin chef's pants. "You are a dirty old man, Uncle Charlie. No blowjobs today for you! Today I need to talk to you about crab meat." Taken care of, chickie. Half will be delivered to your kitchen on Friday and half to mine. When the bill comes in, you pay me." Wonderful, Charlie."I moved closer to give him a kiss on the cheek. As I did, he moved his hands and fondled me as he tried to give me a deep tongued, soul. I have to admit even I was amazed at the speed things had gone from zero to DEFCON 1 in nothing flat. “Cocked Pistol” indeed! (That’s what the Armed Forces call operations under DEFCON 1 conditions)With Faye’s lack of remorse, consideration of whether to work on the marriage hadn’t even been a speed bump on the road to going full nuclear. Heck, it wasn’t even a painted line on that road. I never bothered debating with myself about what I needed to do.The ability to analyze problems on the fly.