Until her leg had been used as a sex object by Cindy's dog, she had shown little interest, but from that time on, she watched on many occasions. She w...tched the dogs fucking and tying like any voyeur, through binoculars, getting hot as they humped and knotted. She would rub herself over her panties in her youthful, but unbroken exuberance and was always a little surprised by the heat in her loins, and the amount of wetness she could produce. Looking through the binoculars, soon led to her. I moved up to my knees and grasped my cock, stroking it for effect, letting her know it was time. Janet flinched and feigned protest because she wanted her orgasm before I took about entering her treasure. I reached forward and slapped her face and then grabbed her behind the knees pushing them to her chest. My cock was hard and ready and I would wait no longer. I didn't need to let go as we seemed to align perfectly and my cock slid right into the entrance to her pussy. Janet pulled back as I. Fagen asked, "is that still the case!?!" "Of course it is," Marcia replied sadly, "who'd ever want a cold fish like me for a wife!?!" "Why do you call yourself a cold fish," the doctor asked, "the inability of achieving sexual gratification for yourself does not in and of itself preclude your partner from having a very satisfying sexual experience for himself, and thusly he would more than likely consider you to be at the least an adequate sexual partner!!!" "Oh, I suppose so," Marcia replied,. I turn to my side and see the equivalent of a dawn chorus lying beside me. God, you are so beautiful, so perfect and you look oh so fragile right now.The crumpled sheet has fallen away from you and your firm, perky breasts are on full show. Are you dreaming about someone special I wonder? Your nipples are hard and your breaths are light and relaxed. I edge closer, reluctantly wanting to touch you, but how can I resist? The tip of my finger traces slow circles around your nipple. You suddenly.