The quieter part was what led us to the breeder. I again walked to the far corner and sat across from the blonde. She was wearing jeans and a pull ove... blouse with closed collar so I knew there would not be a flash of tits for me today. We exchanged greetings and silently followed our dog’s travels. They came to us for some petting and she remarked about how quickly they had formed a bond. I mentioned that when Sally and I had come to the park the previous Friday she had spent the whole time. I am back with another part of my sex escapes. I wrote many stories here on ISS if you want to read them you can just find them under the name utpdek0427. People who have not read my previous stories. I would request you to read them to know about me and how many sex escapes I had already. Now coming back to this story and as usual all the names will be fake. But the email id is correct where you will be able to communicate with me. Now lets get back into the story and I will start from where I. She moved back and forth between each nipple, sucking and nibbling, then – almost as quickly as it started – she pulled the nipple she was sucking out of her mouth with a “pop”, and put my tits back into my dress. She leaned away from Grant’s hands, pulled her own dress up over her boobs, then she and her partner spun off to do the same thing with another dancing couple.Grant and I exchanged glances, then left the dance floor and made our way up to our booth in the raised section. Our friends. Once they were all dead, I dragged their bodies back into the woods after looting all eight of them. I tied their horses to the rear of the wagon and drove as fast as was safe back to Branson.I drove directly to the undertaker and paid for a decent burial for Mary. I also ordered a stone marker for her grave. The legend on the marker was simple: "Here lies Mary Wilson, beloved wife of John Wilson. May she rest in peace." I did not stay around for the burial, I could not make myself do that. I.