Sandra relaxed and enjoyed the food although she did slow down the eating process fearing his mood may change once the food had gone. It was mind game... he was playing after his harsh treatment of Sandra as a cum bucket for himself and his canine friends, now he was wining and dining her as if she was his girlfriend, completely courteous and pleasant in action and word.After she had finally finished her meal he tidied away the things leaving her with the now nearly empty wine bottle and her. “Why don’t you look over here,” I commented.“Paul, I couldn’t!” she whispered in a shocked tone.Gently, I put my hands on her hips and turned her back to the display. Stepping up behind her, I leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Sure, you can. I want to see you in stockings. They’re so much sexier than pantyhose. I’ll know you’re wearing them, and I’ll get so hot for you. I’ll be looking forward to screwing you later while you’re wearing them. I can’t screw you when you wear pantyhose.. Her vagina walls wrapped around his penis even more tightly with each strides. She was getting what she had missed for the past 10 years, the warmth of a man. And better, one much younger and full of energy and who equally wanted her. She liked it, so much that she didn’t want it to end… But his rhythm increased and she was moving her hips along with him in harmony… --Best sex i ever had… ( she said while breathing Heavily)- In a long while? (He asked smiling and panting) -- ahaha ( she laughed. Eventually I managed a gurgling, "Jesus. Oh God--"Zoe laughed and levered upright. "Didn't expect her to do it, did you?" she said, eyes narrowed while she chewed on her bottom lip. She kept her gaze fixed on me, but directed her words to her friend. "April fool dare, Cate ... Take your top off." Only if you do it, too," the blonde gasped. "I April fool dare you, Zoe."With a glance at me and shrugging beforehand, Zoe pulled her singlet over her head. She sat there in her bra and skirt, still.