She loved being able to commune with nature and thanked God for making such a lovely surrounding so she could do so. Every morning, this was a ritual ...or her. Ameila loved living in such a secluded area and being able to live the way she wanted. It was just her, the beauty of nature, and her coffee. It was everything that she had ever wanted and for which she worked.The cool morning air mixed with the branches of the trees and gently blew over Amelia’s thirty-four year old naked body as she. Eventually Liv lost, but we told her that everyone had to be naked at the end of the game, so we persuaded her to remove her panties as well. She stood up and pulled down her panties, now showing all she had to W and me. Her pussy hair was semi bare but enough to see the curls that lined her lips. Again Rick stared a hole through her, his cock now dancing with excitement. Liv saw his cock getting hard, and laughed and said "you must like something you see!" The thought of her standing there. Your long-nailed fingers slid underneath my blouse – goosebumps erupting on my skin as you scratched gently, slowly, on my soft skin.Then your hands moved down to my waist and clamped on it, pulling me on your hard bulge – back and forth – as my slippery pussy rubbed against it through your pants. My juice, soaking my panties as I moved faster.The streets roared with noise: car horns, music and the occasional loud sirens blared from below – but all I could hear was your loud breathing as your. Still, she would certainly do it again. She did mention interest in the Doberman and/or the Great Dane. She imagined they would be more powerful and bigger. She didn’t need to explain that last part. I knew full well what she meant.Into the week things basically got back to normal but her interest in doing it with a dog again remained in the air. Finally, on Thursday, she got me to ring Vern again and inquire about Saturday night and what dog was available. When he said the Doberman was.