I let myself run my fingers over her slit. Not wet at all. It is amazing, I am tight like a piano wire with lust and desire and she is just getting st...rted. I lick my finger and run it around her labia, her opening, round her clit. I love it so much. She likes how I look at her. She is finally starting to notice how much I adore her. She sees the bulge in my pants and realizes she is rocking my world. That gets her started. That and the fingers gently playing in her crotch. I tell her to pull. He was busy investigating the passing of previous quadrupeds with his nose and I stood and looked out over a steel-grey sea. Small waves lapping onto what was left of the sand at high tide.“Excuse me,” a voice said behind me. It was soft and obviously female. I turned and looked at a woman. She was dark haired under the knitted woollen hat and a long scarf was wrapped around her neck. A heavy coat and leggings and boots and beside her, looking plaintively up at me, a dog of indeterminate. All of them enjoyed the attention just as much as she.She led them through a series of poses which required them to stand, kneel, lie on their backs, to lay on their fronts. Cat pose; up dog; down dog; Chaturanga; forward bend; cow pose, every one of the positions caused them to expose themselves in the most revealing way and Loretta became more and more excited as she prowled around the room and looked upon pouting cunts between rounded butt cheeks, at breasts which couldn’t defy gravity as. In the bedroom, mum still occasionally told Mark to ‘shush’ for fear of me hearing or being awakened, however she said it with little apparent conviction as it was often mum who was the most vociferous as their love making reached a climax. Meantime, and somewhat to my confusion and embarrassment, I found myself increasingly aroused whilst listening to their loving making. Inevitably I began to seek out my clitoris and to diddle myself to my own orgasm. I couldn’t forever avoid Mark the morning.