He was stroking my pussy so good. He went left, right, side to side, he stirred my pussy up good. He went in and out and had me talking out of myhead....I didn't know what I was saying, I just knew i loved it. He had a rhythm that was driving me crazy. "This is my pussy now. You hear me . You hear me" he asked as he fucked me good. "Yesssssssssssss. It's yours" I say. Whose pussy is it " he asked again. " i got louder . "It's your pussy Uncle Ced. It's yours. while fucking me uncle picks me up. The pretty teen girl knew that once you entered a closed gate, you were liable for anything that happened even if the nasty little pooch took a bite out of your ankle.If it was a big dog biting, it would probably take a chunk out of your ass, but Fiona didn’t like to think about such things because the thought of a big dog biting her ass was enough to make her a little shaky in her knees.The barking dogs didn’t bother Fiona as much as the real silent ones that snuck up on you and had you. It seemed a little less crowded, so I made my way there, and as I came close, I realised that my instinct had brought me to where I wanted to be: I had reached the exhibitionist and voyeur part of the beach.Various couples were hanging out, some fondling each other, and in a couple of cases women were clearly enjoying lying back with their legs falling apart so that voyeurs, just a metre or two away, could enjoy a royal view of their open pussies. The two were pretending to be entirely natural,. Ann’s eyes were locked on the intimate contact taking place between her husband and her sister. I noticed that her hand was gently rubbing her own pussy as she watched the primal dance before her.Almost involuntarily, my hips responded to the pressure applied by Cathy’s movement back against my shaft. Gently, but earnestly, I shifted my hips forward. My head pressed eagerly against Cathy’s vaginal sphincter muscles attempting to push through them to the expected nirvana that lay beyond.Cathy.