“Done.”I didn’t miss how he bent and ruffled the puppy’s head before leaving. Peter was a real softy wrapped up in gruffness.“Well,” I sai... to the dog, “don’t pee on my floor.”The puppy’s whole body wiggled as his tail moved. He grinned at me, tongue lolling, eyes bright and intelligent. Damn he was cute.“Hey! Sleepyhead!” I yelled. “Get up. I have a present for you! Amelia! Get up!”The puppy attacked my toes as I waited. His teeth were quite sharp. “Heel!” I tried. He ignored me.Amelia walked. Imagining this scenario in my head at night was one thing, actually hearing a grown adult suggest it, was another and as I looked back at him, behind the camera focused on my pussy, I watched mesmerized as he himself did the honers, and I felt his finger slide inside me and begin finger fucking me.I could feel his fingertip move in circles behind my pubic mound, the slight roughness of nerve ending making m 'G' spot, but then he knew as I fought hard to suppress my delight as I orgasmed, 'Oh my. ” We made our way to the lounge car and ordered. He was definitely a rum man and I enjoyed a glass of white wine. The hours passed quickly as we chatted of horses, dogs, our jobs and the likes, then we began to talk about our dreams and I found myself telling a perfect stranger (and god was he perfect) things I had never shared with any one. In a matter of a few hours I felt we had known each other for years. The wine tasted so good, as the evening sun shot beams of light through the pines and. "I made her like that," Ebony mumbled."And now I'm gonna take advantage of it," I said, balling my fist in Ivory's hair, making her head roll back and a moan escape her lips. "You can join or watch."I felt Ivory's hand on my knee. She was in on it alright. She turned her face to me, her eyelids heavy. Perhaps she too was intoxicated."What are you doing to me?" she said. Her breath was indeed thick with alcohol."Your friend is drunk," I said to Ebony while slowly unbuttoning Ivory's shirt. She.