."Ragini? Are you okay?"Looking up at Jen, I plastered a smile on my face and nodded. "Just lost in thought. Let me get back to work, I'll be fine."Ig...oring the exchange of concerned looks passing among the nude women in my shop, I let my mind focus on patterns. Each had a meaning. Squares, to heal and protect. Lotus blossoms, to awaken the soul. As I work my memories drift back to those wonderful days when my older sisters were married. The gathering women, the happy days of plenty and love.. He gave her an extra little squirt and lined his cock back up with her. Emily couldn’t wait as she felt his cock about to re-enter her body. He paused for a moment and then began pushing himself back in. He got eight inches into her before hitting resistance again. He settled that this was as good as he’d get and he began pumping into her. Emily had used a toy this size before but she was worried about stretching herself out and abandoned that. Now feeling this cock bashing into her pussy made. My wife is a natural squirter. Yes, folks women really do squirt and it is not pee.I reached down and pulled my cock out of my wife's pussy and it rested up against her ass hole. I then diddled her clit which made her squirt. Ruby the dog was soon licking at her wetness on the ground and the cushion of the yard swing. She then found her way to the tip of my cock and my wife's ass hole. This drove my wife over the edge and it made her squirt more.At this point, I wanted to see the dog licking my. She cries out for them to help her as they huddle together, laughing at her embarrassing predicament. She looks down, screaming and shaking her head, as the huge, andnow fully erect cock comes ever closer. The angry, distended veins run like a jagged country lane along its length. She looks wildly to the people holding her legs open. They are grown adults, that is very clear, but their features appear younger. Their faces are unrecognisable, but she intuitively knows them to be her own.