I lost my balance and fell backwards. The dog released as another bit my thigh, tugging the plaid skirt. I threw my hands up to protect my face.Sudden...y, the one growling prodded my thigh with his cold nose, sniffing. I shivered. His long raspy tongue snaked out and across my cotton panties. I could feel his tongue probing my vagina. I tried to close my legs, but a quick nip and I knew not to mess with him. I began to cry. Another nip and his teeth caught in the fabric.He was getting. It didn’t matter if it was with a man or a woman. Hell, I was even dancing by myself. Suddenly this woman appeared out of the crowd and began dancing with me. I didn’t mind at first but as I took a closer look at her I found out it was Dawn. It was one already? We danced for a few minutes and the next thing I knew we were out the door the next. I still felt a little tipsy from the martinis but not too drunk to make me feel too hazy I couldn’t walk. I was in Dawn’s car driving down. She was breathing very deeply and seemed very content.She once again placed her feet on the bedpost and after we talked for awhile we left, being reminded of course of our appointment tomorrow. We went home where I was again given a good cuddling and oral.The couple called again like clockwork to make sure we would be there again, and of course I told them that we would. We arrived on time and again, my husband made his deposit as always. The next day was going to be our last. I was glad to get. Again I cut her off. “When I really thought about it, I realised what a really strange thing she’d said about packing. I thought about it a lot.”Sue pursed her lips for a moment, her eyes never leaving my face. “Perhaps she was talking about how much women tend to pack for a simple weekend, which we know drives guys crazy. But from a woman’s point of view, every moment we spend out of doors is a moment we’re judged, not just by men but by other women too. Jenny was probably talking about that..