So, that says something." Yes, it does. I had no clue that your fingers would be so soft on my twat, but yet they are. Please don't stop, give me an o...gasm as we watch the incest take place just eighteen feet in front of us. Those moms are milking their sons ever so slowly, and I know Pete and Joe won't be shortchanging their moms. They have to erupt like super soakers, and even if we don't have the best seats to see, we'll still know it happened, all the while our friendship is taking a step. ” She smiled. “What’s he called?”“Bonzo!” I grinned back as I patted the dog on the head leaning down to talk to her. I’ve had him since he was a pup.”“He’s lovely!” She grinned stretching a hand out to him to sniff. “Listen!” I am sorry for the ball and for him getting sand on you! Can I buy you a drink or an ice cream or something to make up for it?”“No I’m fine!” She giggled. “It’s nice to see you and get to know you!”“Oh yes, it is!” I readily agreed as I watched her move. . The black nylon stockings clung to her feet in sexy way. A ran my finger along the sole of her foot and then started to the pull on her stockings. They came off relatively easily revealing gorgeous shapely legs and dainty feet. Now I licked the sole of the foot. I can't really tell you why I found that so erotic. Who really knows how they aquire their fetishes? All that I know is that this is when I descovered one of mine.I stuck her big toe into my mouth and started sucking on it like I did. That I was no longer used to the pain became obvious when my master’s hand was replaced by the brush. It was a large wooden brush and it was the first implement we had ever used. Regardless of its sentimental value, I hated and loved its unforgiving touch. This time, mostly hated. As each blow left a red rectangle of pain on my flesh, I let out half-heartedly suppressed yelps and could not help but jiggle my butt in a vain attempt to protect it.“What’s wrong? Keep that ass up!” my master.