God my clit was getting sore. I then got dressed, and went into town to meet my friends. I intended to wear these pants for the next week. ... The thought of springing my trap kept me preoccupied for most of that week. Each morning I’d finger myself in bed with my yellow panties on. I’d then take them off to shower of course, but then put them back on for the rest of the day. I’d then masturbate with them on in the evening, pushing the gusset up into my. Washing the car if the weather permitted. Somehow, I didn't feel quite as motivated as I would normally. Perhaps it was my morning erection tucked neatly between the lovely cheeks of Mary's backside. Perhaps it was my hand on her breast, playing lightly with the nipple. Perhaps it was the scent and warmth of a beautiful woman in bed with me.I was wondering what I would do if William or Tara discovered us. I lost that thought when I felt Mary's hand cover mine and squeeze it lightly. She rolled. Erica and I went into the kitchen and opened up the fridge. The hinge of the door was on the left, so it blocked the doorway. I reached into the fridge and pulled the last one off the top level. Seeing there were no more on the top, Erica knelt down to get one off the bottom. “Making me work for this one, huh?” she said, laughing. “Haha, I am not getting down there,” I said. As if the conversation were naturally leading that way, Erica looked up at me and kissed me gently on the cock through. . Rebel is like a wrestler - as soon as she tips forward he twist around, jumps up, and scrambles around behind her, rears up and mounts her – his front legs wrapping around her tightly, hindquarters jamming toward her, cock already getting hard at the thought of adding another slut to his list of conquests... Pumping at her rear end, jabbing at her pussy ... She’s kneeling there in the dirt of the forest floor, arse in the air, chest on the ground, leaves and twigs digging into her tits - dog.