Kristine told me the “just friends” thing privately at a club meeting, and I was fine with that. She didn’t want to fall in love, I thought I co...ld have fallen in love with her if I wasn’t already lying about my “dead wife”, but that wasn’t the reality we were in.I sat at a table for a bit and had a drink, thinking. Well, so much for that one. Kristine was a skinny girl, but from the first date and the way she kissed, I knew she would have been great in the sack, with my hands on those tiny,. “First the dog licked you like this for about ten minutes while you laid back and I took those photos of him doing it.” I got down onto my knees on the floor and started licking away at her pussy just like the dog had, pulling her hand away from her clitoris when she went to stoke herself again.“No, stop it,” I said. “Hands off. You didn’t need to help him do it last night, you’ve seen the photo’s, you had both hands on the bed cover, clutching at lumps of it while that dog was nearly making. He placed his fingers on her nipples and pulled on them, lifting her breasts. She arched her back the best she could but he had her pinned as he tugged her boobs. He let go and cupped her tits from the sides pushing then together. She liked having her tits handled like that and liked it even more as he slid his cock between them. She rolled her head back and thought about how she must look right now. Blindfolded, hands and feet spread and tied to the bed, a man holding her breast and fucking. She dropped the jacket into the bottom of the Scorp, then started to remove the sailing boots, followed by the trousers. When she'd finished she turned to me, looked me straight in the eyes and said "You're thirty five and, no doubt, experienced. My boyfriend at home is twenty and a virgin. Problem is, so am I! I want you to sort that out for me. Now! Just run the boat ashore, tip it on its side so it's not obviously here, and then take me in that field above the water. Show me what it's really.