Whilst Maureen is doing this two Rottweilers approach watching her with much interest.Maureen sees and calls to them.“Brute. Duke. Come here, boys. ...ome on. Look what mummy.s got for you?”She plunges her fingers into her pussy and offers them to the dogs.They approach, catching the smell. Brute is the first of the dogs to cautiously lick the fingers clean. She plunges the same fingers back inside herself again and offers them to Duke. He comes more quickly than Brute and attacks the fingers. She let go of my arms and grabbed my hands in hers, moving them down her belly and onto her thighs. She guided my hands with hers, rubbing the tops of her thighs and the outsides, moving slowly with light pressure.“Honey, I don’t think we should be doing this” I told her. “Most people would call this “bad touch” and I could get into a lot of trouble if the wrong people found out.”“It’s OK. I am asking you to rub my legs to keep me warm” she reassured me. “There’s nothing wrong with trying to. Food quality has a huge effect on troop morale. I looked around and nobody was complaining, just chewing and swallowing.I noticed a familiar face a few tables over. It was Ben Dunn from the college. He was accompanied by his former girlfriend, whom I now remembered was named Tiffi (where do parents get these names?), and a rather pneumatic blonde. I waved and caught his eye. He saw me and nodded, a bit regally, I thought.Tiffi turned to see who Ben was nodding to and I saw that she sported a. Even before medieval, it goes back to Roman times, maybe. This one follows the function but isn't intended to be an exact replica. It's really intended to see how far you can throw a pumpkin. We had it out back before Christmas, tossing a few around; we want to enter it in some contests next year." They have contests for throwing pumpkins around with these things?" Emily asked incredulously."Oh, yeah, it's popular in places. The record is about 1500 feet, but we haven't gotten that far with Big.