Most of the girls were not minding at all, in fact a couple of them had undone their blouses and tied them up to bare their tummy, I was thinking abou... taking off my tank top, but didn't have enough guts. I was up on the top deck aft, when I knew what I'd do to get things started for me to have fun.Three men were standing there, smoking cigarettes and drinking, they all were a little bit drunk and slurring their words. When I went up to them, one of them immediately grabbed for me to give me. A cock she would soon use to fuck me. Not wasting a precious second, I dropped to my hands and knees. Because of my total control over the fantasy, I did not even have to do anything, my canine lover took care of the rest. Hopping up, she used her two front legs to squeeze my waist. Hopping forward, she soon forced her cock to press up against my engorged labia. With a final hop, she thrust it deep into me, forcing a powerful moan past my lips. FUCK! I moaned as I felt her start to jerk back. Maureen obliged. As she was reaching for the bottle, the top of her homemade toga drooped down to reveal her firm perky breasts. If I was getting an eyeful of her youthful well-rounded bust, I knew her brother was too. I gave a slight gesture by grabbing the top of my toga and pulling it together, which my daughter either didn’t notice or chose to ignore as she settled back in the armchair, the toga now again covering her braless breasts.“Well I am off to bed,” Paul said, draining the can of. “However, I can offer you a choice,” he held the paper in his hand as if reading from a book. “If you were to choose to be caned on your bare bottom instead of panty-clad then this could be reduced by half to twenty strokes.” Vicky’s head span. She had only been spanked on her bare bottom twice before and knew how much it hurt. But then surely another twenty strokes would hurt much more, even with her panties still on? “Sir, I’ll accept whatever you think is best for me. Thank you Sir,” she.