I blurted out I want you to fuck someone then let me eat your pussy before I get sloppy seconds. She took a big drink from her glass and said OK. Real...y ! I said. She said sure why not. Then she stood and walked into the house. I sat and finished my drink before I got up to go in. I found her in the den picking up her purse. Where are you going I asked. She said I'll be back afterwards. After what I asked again. She smiled and said I won't be late, then she left. I sat and tried to understand. I was not your typical country bumpkin. I just liked it out here. I enjoyed having some distance to other people. "What kind of an offer are you talking about?" She snuffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand while she was following me. "And if I agree ? you won't tell anyone about this?" "Maybe not. But I am not going to let you leave just like this either. I want you to learn a lesson, Laura. If I get the feeling that you understand what I want you to understand, there will be no. I approached her. I wanted to see those big busty breasts out in the cool night air this time! She began to gyrate against my thigh, meanwhile she started worked on unfastening my trousers. I took my chance and clumsily pawed at her tight firm tits. She allowed my trousers to fall to the floor with a slump upon the leaf litter. My cotton boxer shorts were again pitched in a pointed black tent. She gently teased it with a soft palm. I was now sliding my hands about her smooth tanned waist and. I take a moment, as I do every day, to appreciate Kate's breasts – round and plump and responsive to my touch, soft globes topped by shy, stiff scarlet nipples, each just large enough to fit in my hands. My hands are caressing them out of habit, and I enjoy their weight in my hands. Kate is tugging at my shirt, and I reluctantly lift my arms up so she can pull it off me.Our pants come off as if removed by a third party, and there we are, sexes barely concealed by inadequate underwear. We run.