"Is this it Jingo? Are you cumming... filling me... with your jism."Jingo stayed motionless above her as his balls squeezed his seed into his willing ...itch. His ballsack tightening with each surge of jism. The dog knew that his knot would keep his fluids trapped within Mac's womb for a good while to maximize his chances of impregnating her.The dog had been shooting inside of Mac's cunt for over a minute already and still she could feel him shooting as hard as ever into her. She couldn't get. ”“Well come here tonight and let me kiss it better, literally, and I’ll show you how to kiss mine better if you want,” David offered and then thought, What am I saying? This is how teenagers, or even adolescents go about seduction. Still, that might not be inappropriate for a mind that has been twisted as far out of shape as the Vicar has twisted hers.“Are you sure?”“You can cook me a meal and we can decide after that whether there will be any kissing. I’ll be home by five o’clock.”David kept. "Why not have it at Commons, out at the club?"Since a falling feather would have made their heads ring just then, the idea hit them like a brick. The implications were obvious.Even though the West Turtle Lake Club had been out north of Spearfish Lake since shortly after World War II, probably not one Spearfish Lake resident in a hundred had ever been out there. Every one of them had good friends that wouldn't be caught dead out there, at least in the summer.Yet, the nudist club members -- and. Serving time for lunch was nearly over, and the area we were sitting in was pretty much deserted. Even so, she made a business of 'accidentally' knocking her spoon to the floor and bending down as if to pick it up...before crawling under the table.I pushed my chair back slightly and spread my knees apart, holding the carrot stick between my thighs where she would be sure to see it. And in a moment, there was her cute little owl-face looking up at me from between my knees. She reached up to take.