I stood up, took off my shirt and trousers. I sat beside her in my boxer shorts and with a large protruding bulge. She looked at my bulge and giggled ... little. I laughed with her and I pulled down my boxers. When I sat back down beside her we started kissing.Then we hugged and held each other. I longed to touch her milk filled breasts and reached out to touch her turgid nipple, what Olga said next stunned me, "Oh, Bill, my breasts are yours almost every time, but at this time, No!"I looked at. She seemed to be satisfied with just minor teasing them. She turned me to face the truck, glancing at them while she massaged my butt and continued to rub slowly in my butt crack. I remained a good boy at her service without acting it up too much except for my heavier breathing. The atmosphere was suddenly changing and I liked it. I so could have fucked her at the moment without blinking.She grabbed my neck and pushed me to bend over as she firmly rubbed my back down into my butt crack again. A male breeding his bitch. Today, this moment, it felt so primal, so base, so bestial, and so wonderful. When I hit my orgasm, his knot pulling and pushing in me, bumping my g-spot, I exploded into a shuddering, muscle twitching orgasm. I think my clenching, spasming pussy walls around his cock and knot was the last bit for him because he exploded, too, spurt after spurt, each with a near violent jerk of his cock inside me. And, this time I wanted him to stay on top of me, to feel his furry. “What are you drinking?” Jay asked Sage. “This is a little homemade recipe from Colorado. Here, have a sip,” Sage said holding the cup near Jay’s mouth. Jay lifted his cup so Sage could pour some of it for him.“Oh, fuck that!” Sage said, “I don’t care if you put your mouth on it man!”Jay took a sip of the beverage, it was sweet and good, nothing hit him yet but he was anticipatory for when it did. Bassnectar, a DJ played a rhythmic song in the background as Jay, Messiah, and the girls chatted..