“You like that don’t you ...you slutty tease”“Ah...yeah...you bastard...get it deeper” I added.“Like this you tramp”“Mmm” was all I ...anaged.But it felt great. He eased a second finger into my widened back crack and it added instantly to my pleasure. The only thing better than two fingers in my butthole I thought would be his hard cock.Jarryn got the biggest surprise of the afternoon. I eased off his cock and re-positioned my body higher over his...then got a hand between my legs and eased his. I ran the bath, put this dress on and got in. The feel of this lovely wet dress against my body was a real turn on, even though I felt like I was doing something wrong. I did wear that dress in the bath several times but then stopped and tried to forget what I had done. A couple of years later the desire came back, and I tried again. This time it was secretly with my then girl friends stockings and suspenders. Wow, this was great and I was hopelessly hooked. I had to be careful not to get. He had fucked her deep enough to break her will and she was only grunting as he porked her deep. As his speed increased he felt the seed start to rise in his balls, ready for its new home. Then he could hold it no longer as he flooded her soft defenseless body with fertile seed. She could only moan in utter defeat. Finished, he rudely pulled his babymaker from her and put it back into his pants. Smiling he said, I love porking pigs. She was trapped in place with her sex gapping open and his. Oh, how I wish that could be possible. Charles and I threw our arms around each other and embraced tightly unwilling to let go. Our hearts beating fast against our chests. I felt his warm lips kiss my left earlobe then run down my neck to the valley between my heaving breasts. I was wearing a light pink summer dress that was above the knee with short sleeves. It had buttons right down the middle. All around us were big thick sycamore trees and Spanish moss. A few feet away from us a large.