At those times, he grabbed hold of his sister’s best friend Sally and made her take it in her backside because he knew she was super tiny back there...and feared his size.Sometimes his younger sister Dolly would watch him ass-poking Sally and she would stick her finger into his backside just to make him shoot faster and give Sally some respite. He knew Dolly was doing it for that reason but the touch of her little finger was so exciting that he allowed her to take whatever devious methods she. Sure I do. Of course, Sam," Jim said, startled by the shift. "Iremember being so horny during dinner that I was fondling you under thetable. "I remember that. Your parents had no idea," said Jim. I laugheda seductive laugh. "Do you remember what happened after that?" Iinquired. Jim responded, "Yah, during...," but I cut him off by movingmy left hand above his crotch and rubbing. "Say no, dummy... and let meremind you." As I continued to stroke above his member, Jim shivered."You know I want to. "Oh!" I gasped, shuddering. Max had licked me between the legs, his long, coarse tongue lapping my entire length, halfway to my belly button. I was clean-shaven, completely bare, unprotected. I shuddered again violently and snapped my legs firmly closed."You get out of here," I ordered harshly. I pushed against his snout, but he simply returned to sniffing the air with his upturned nose and whined quietly. "What has your master been teaching you, anyway?" I said angrily. I tried to move and was. . poking and prodding and doing a lot of nodding and gossiping, when the sheriff got to where he could see me.I nodded at his question.He pushed his hat back from his forehead and ... nothing for it ... I had to explain it all again.“So...” he said, “Where were the keys?”“See that tiny weld spot on the tank air filter?”Diesels today have the air filter tank mounted on the outside. They didn’t used to do that ... this filter was under the hood.He looked and nodded. So did most of the.