The hair shoulder length, but tied into a single pony tail at the side."Er," I stammered, looking to the man. "Sure. I guess."He was a stocky fella, p...obably in his mid to late 50's. Tanned all over, hairy, and a bit of a pot belly. He smiled and stretched out his towel, and lay on his front, faced turned away from me. The lady stretched out her towel between us, but did not lie down straight away. She stood for a moment, looking toward the sea. "Beautiful isn't it?" she asked, glancing down at. It was huge, it was beautiful. Some parts were tamed, flower beds and mowed lawn, other parts wild, wide open meadows or dense forests. I never ventured far, too afraid of what might happen when I wasn't back in time, but a different path each day. Walking helped me. So many questions I did not dare to ask.He was a werewolf. He seemed to be rich. He had a pack of dogs. These things I knew for sure.Why had he chosen me? Why did he never talk to me except for short orders? So many things I. May I? “Would you like to watch me fuck his huge cock?”Without waiting for an answer Sandra straddles me and eases the full length of my cock into her very wet cunt with her hands on her hips.“That’s heaven big boy, fucking heaven.”As if on cue by prior arrangement Patricia, who has not said a word since she told us, ‘she wanted to watch and enjoy’, starts tongue kissing me. “Like that baby? Sandra is riding your cock while I have my tongue down your throat.“I think we are making her man very. She was biting her lips and her left hand had started to play with her own breasts. In a flash, she removed her pyajamas and her panties. There she was lying half naked pleasuring herself.I couldn’t wait any longer. I entered the room and said, “do you need an extra hand, aunty?”She was shocked to see me. Her fingers came out of her vagina and she had turned all red. She was embarrassed. But she didn’t react at all.I didn’t wait for a single second. I knew if she came back to her senses, she.