I like it. Squeezing the cloth, more droplets move down my skin onto my hard nipples and I imagine your tongue, wet and hot, making the same slow and ...elicious journey down my body.I giggle to myself, then pick up a tub of lotion and slide my fingers delicately across the thick, creamy moisturiser. It smells like raspberries, sweet and fragrant. I rub it into my skin, caressing my tits and stomach, moving downwards towards my inner thighs and back up again.This time I'm rougher, repeatedly. He needed some time to himself to process that concept now that it was becoming a reality. All the same, Tom still found himself stealing a backwards glance over his shoulder as his mother was taking her bra off. All he could see was her bare back and a shallow side view of one breast ... one breast that looked very cute indeed.Tom turned away quickly. He did not like that sudden surge he felt in his penis. Getting an erection over a naked fifty year old stranger was one thing. Getting an. Thinking about how the dog had fucked his hard cock in and out of her cunt, Abby was becoming more aroused with every passing second.The woman's fingers were soon plunging madly in and out of her steaming pussy as she feverishly stroked herself into a writhing passion. Her creamy ass was squirming around wildly on the bed as she wantonly ground her seething pussy up around her plunging finger. Unable to get the dog's big, red cock out of her mind, Abby's finger was fucking in and out of her. Maybe the handful of oats from Opal Anne satisfied them, especially Thumper. That sorrel mule always seemed to have a kind heart around Opal Anne.Mick suggested that we rig up a tripod that we could take with us to unload the mules when we camped each night. We put a rig together and loaded it into the wagon. Once we were all packed and my brother’s mules hitched to it, we began our trek to Fountain City. Betty Mae and Raylene rode in the wagon, which Rory drove.Opal Anne and Pauli rode next to.