She was holding her breath, her moaning restrained. She couldn’t be too loud.Then she started writhing, moving her hips toward my fingers, faster an... faster, when suddenly she was still, her pussy milking my fingers, she was making some sounds, clearly a restrained cry from the orgasm running through her. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed when she regained control. My fingers were still in her pussy, moving slower, and her pussy was twitching.“My fingers want to stay right there,” I whispered, making. I never hesitated! I told him all about my boy "pussy"! I took off my underwear and showed him how I touched myself!! Uncle Gary said I was finger fucking myself! I was moaning; and could barely speak, but I whimpered..."I want you to finger fuck me uncle Gary!! I want you to!! Please stick a finger in me!! Please!!" I didn't give him a choice!! I put his thick finger in my wet little mouth and put it between my legs!! He pushed his spit covered finger into my aching hole and my body exploded!!. We got home all when to bed Kate sleeps with us now when ever she stays which Dave loves.On Saturday we laid out in the garden naked neither of us wearing our collers Tyson had licked us both to a screaming orgasm during the afternoon Kate said to me it was my turn to wear the coller tonight i didnt argue. Dave had taken tyson for a run in the fields when he returned he was hold a piece of paper whats that I asked, a note it was stuck to the gate he read the note out “7.30 same place really. Neither has seen Scarborough before, so they will enjoy visiting the place.”“Have fun then, my boy.”The same morning, Frances had run Jessica up to the Robson farm, before returning to collect her passengers for the university. Jessica was introduced to the farming family and got instruction from the Robsons on the vagaries of the old but reliable diesel-engined Volvo V50 that George Robson was lending them. She ran it around the farmyard and on the road nearby, until she was happy driving it..