The dogs proved to be very friendly indeed. They immediately began sniffing and licking Berth’s and the girl’s pussies. The shocking horror of dog...��s intent was obvious. June was fifteen with long raven hair like her mother. Her breasts were developing into nice firm conical B cups, also like her mother. Molly was thirteen with nice ‘A’ cup tits and was developing into an auburn haired beauty. Their mother Beth was thirty six years old stunning young matron. The object of many a teenage boys. Just like before, her need to masturbate was gone now. She also no longer had that intense need to feel her boobs growing, and looking back on it she felt a bit silly at just how badly she had craved to watch them grow larger and larger, and to see rooms of men with their pants tenting at the sight. As she cupped them though, she couldn't help but feel a warm affection at the way they hung off her frame in perfect teardrops with just the right amount of sag, prominent and perky. Maybe wearing. “This is fun.” Emma sank her hands into his hair, curling her fingers in the thick strands. She let her head fall back and sighed as his mouth closed over her nipple. His lips pulled gently while his fingers cupped and moulded her other breast. She wanted nothing more than for him to sink deep inside her and make her forget the time they’d spent apart, but there were certain things he needed to know first, things that might alter his opinion of her. Emma fought to keep her head as his hot. Still blindfolded, you feel your way down her body. You realize she’s completed naked as your hand moves down between your bodies. Feeling her wet, silky folds, you press a single finger deep into her body. She gasps and lets out a long moan. Moving in slow circles, you move your finger in and out. She begins to move her body with each stroke. Keeping the pace, you carefully move yourself to where you can pull off your underwear with your other hand. Fumbling though the awkward task, you finish.