Finally I convinced her to allow me to rub her pussy over her panty. I started playing with her pussy over her panty and even she started moving her h...nds over my pants. Very soon i pushed her panty aside and started playing with her pussy directly. She tried to resist but was in too much pleasure to say no and allowed me. I rubbed her pussy and inserted y finger inside her. I had read that the G-spot is at the roof region of the vagina and i kept pressing that. While doing that we were also. She was about my height, 5’11”, but probably outweighed me by 30 pounds. She had strong features and full lips, with dark hair and eyes. Her complexion was delicious – coffee with just a little bit of cream. She wasn’t exactly beautiful; but she was a handsome woman, an amazon who would make your head turn if you glimpsed her on the street.I’m describing her as she was a couple of decades ago, when the events described here took place. I have a feeling that her appearance hasn’t changed. Bernard’s and Malamute breeds. She kept the 2 breeds apart for the most part by keeping the females isolated from the males that usually intermingled with the human guests at the facility.The daughter, Judy, when I last saw her was about to turn 14 and now was 16. She had been enjoying the farm life with her mother and friends and at that time considered herself a lesbian in her mother’s footsteps. She had been having bi feelings and when I had met her acquaintance, she had found a male that. I pictured one of my female neighbors barging in with a load of laundry and seeing me there: she gasps and watches in rapt fascination as I piston my greasy rod through my hands. I drove myself over the edge and, with a grunt as if I was lifting a heavy weight, I started to spew.My knees buckled and I sagged bodily against the washers as my cock exploded, jerking and spurting my load of semen. My goo splattered on the dusty concrete floor, leaving ragged, milky puddles.I stood there, slowly.