George’s second tale The morning following that first little episode, when Miss Amelia caressed my thigh, she was due to come for her lesson alone....My emotions were hopelessly tangled, an admixture of dread that she should carry this behaviour forward, and a longing for her to do something more. Having spent so much time with her, and even more in thinking about her, she was coming to seem less like some creature from faerie, or a princess from an Arthurian romance, and more like a person of. . a room maybe twenty feet long with three double bunks, five of the mattresses rolled up on the bunks, and a small kitchen on one end and a bathroom with two toilets, three sinks and two showers on the other. It was heated by a propane heater, although there was a potbellied stove near the kitchen end for emergencies.When I turned on the lights I was greeted by two yawning cats that looked at me sleepily from the lower bunk, the only mattress that was still unrolled. They made a large ball of. While Devon removed my shoes and socks and finished taking my pants off, Karen crawled next to me on the bed and while gently stroking my cock began sucking on my nipples and kissing my chest and abs. This whole thing was so exciting and erotic that I told her she had to stop, or I was going to cum too soon. She just smiled at me then stood up and walked over to her husband."We don't want that, do we dear" she said as he was undressing himself.Devon smiled at me and said "No, we definitely. Oh my, dear readers, just the first touch of that raspy, hard tongue against my wet cunt pushing hard to lick out the slimy spunk and pee inside sent my body shivering and shaking. When the dog next attacked the upper hole, his tongue burrowing even deeper, I yelled. Not from pain but pure enjoyment. My ass shook. It quivered. It was like jello on a plate being placed on a table by a shaky hand.When the dog was pulled away my eyes and hands were screwing up, clenching and unclenching in time.