I made the decision finally.Me – There is a way, father. There is one way.Father – Oh, dear, that is lovely. What is that way?Me – I can apply t...at lotionFather – What are you saying? How am I going to inspect you?Me – That is alright, father. You are the one who gave birth to me. You are the creator of my body. You can inspect me. I would let that happen rather than letting you wander alone in that wilderness.Father – No, that can’t happen. I can’t let you go through it.Me – I have no. Then she tugged off her tight shorts, pushed them down her smooth legs, and stepped out of them.All this time, I could hear the click of the camera as the guy took pictures.“Come on,” I said. “Quit stalling. Get those panties off!”She complied.As I could have guessed, her pussy was perfectly shaved. Probably already moist, too. Well, I’d soon find out.“Now hold your hands up behind your neck,” I said, “Like in a pin-up picture.”The guy kept taking his pictures.While she was posed like that, I. He sent his hand lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey's soft skin; small circular movements of thumb and fingers and palm. And couldn't believe his luck when she allowed it; indeed - but it could have been his imagination - pushed lightly back at his veiled onslaught. Then the stallion got dislodged again, and Casey's cry of dismay was but a soft echo of the suddenly bereft mare. And Gus took his chance. Slid his long fingers all the way down the young woman's butt-cleft and over the wet-wet. It was a big, handsome brute with a blunt muzzle and intelligent yellow eyes. Its coat was gunmetal grey. And, swaying under its belly, was the gigantic prick that Darleen had so highly praised. His cock wasn't erect at the moment, but even soft his prick was a massive hunk of cock, and it was evident that Helen had told the truth when she had said that his balls had not been drained yet that day, for they were swollen up like over inflated balloons.The handsome dog gazed speculatively back and.