She gave it a little shake before standing up toturn and face me, standing there proudly naked in just a pair of high heels.I just stared at her tits ...s they came towards me.They looked magificent! And as they brushed up my chest and across my face, they felt magificent too. I had my face firmly between her tits and she again straddled me, but there wasnt any grinding this time. This time I felt her hand rubbing over my cock through my jeans. Now because of everything that had happened before,. Marty got on the bed with me & started to stroke my tummy working her way to my crotch as she talked to me. I could feel my heart race as she told me that the rest of them did this all the time. Her fingers found my lips & parted them. I felt my hot juice escape my pulsing hole. Rubbing my lit*le swollen clit she said smiling "Deb I know something that feels a lot better than fingers". I was way past any protest, not that I wanted to. Marty kissed my tummy slowly ran her tongue in my belly. I work in the yard a lot, so when I need to take a piss, rather than remove shoes, etcetera, to go indoors, I unzip it and arch one towards the fence, or a tree, or bush. Sometimes I chase a lizard with the stream just for kicks.Imagine my surprise a few days ago when, with cock in hand and in full blown relief underway, I hear giggles from the other side. "Hilda, I hope that's you." I laughed."Who else would it be?" "Well, I dunno. Your stepdaughter maybe?" Nah, she doesn't come over that. Perhaps he was not quite the romantic hero of her silly schoolgirl dreams, but he was a safe and steady rock-hard cock dependable and ready to meet her requirements for a climax of panting release that made Sampson a bit jealous of her writhing gyrations under the social worker’s sweating male flesh. It was only momentary because Sampson the German Shepherd was smart enough to not compete with human males in matters of carnal desire.Female canine bitches were a different story.Sampson.