Slowly at first, letting my tight, warm wetness envelope his cock. He continues to slowly stroke his cock, siding it slowly in and out of my pussy. I ...rap my arms around his waist and bring my knees up to open wide for him. I raise my hips to meet each stoke, wanting more of him. He starts to trust harder and I feel the impact of out pelvis meeting, rubbing my clit against him. I feel another orgasm and ride the crest of it as I hold on tightly to him as he starts to hammer away my pussy. As I. I was only too happy to oblige and held her on the verge of orgasm until she could take it no longer and was begging for release. Two fingers in her pussy and two up her arse provided the extra stimulation she needed and she came loudly. We got a sarcastic round of applause from the others who were all dressed and drinking coffee when we returned to the living room.We also made a few trips to the riding school – purely to take the horses out – apart from on one occasion when Sammy & Matty. Looking right at me she asked, "Why are you in dresses David? and atDads funeral too!" Wait a minute Julie! She has our permission to dress that way. In factI doubt if David will ever return to this house again. Grandpa askedabout it too, but mom told him that they would talk about it later on." I guess I flew off the handle Dav... Janet. Sorry."The days seemed long without dad , but life goes on, and by the end ofthe week, while we were sitting at the table eating, Julie mentionedthat she knew. She was led to a hard wooden pallet and secured by her wrists and ankles. The attendant brought a pail of steaming stones to me. I nodded my approval as the attendant moved over to where Kitty was anchored and placed the first stone on her bare ass cheek. The stones, normally used in spas, were heated an extra thirteen degrees which is just enough to sting but not enough to burn. Kitty winced but no sound was uttered. The attendant strategically placed eight more hot stones on Kitty’s tender.