” “Like what honey?” her mama asked. Maxine didn’t want to tell her and said so. “Oh honey, did you and he” and her mama spoke slowly whe...n she asked the question “the Marshall, do things to one another?” It was then that the mother suspected there was some hanky panky going on when the two of them rode back home. “Mama” Maxine cried out. “What are you saying? What are you suggesting?” in a surprised tone of voice. Maxine was certainly her own woman and her mama certainly knew that too, but her. Your tongue starts licking me from my ass to my clit. mmmmm you say, which turns me on more. You start sucking on my clit then go back to my very soaked pussy entering your tongue into my hole lapping up my juices. You feel amazing and I feel sprinkles.The drops of rain hit my body and I swear they evaporate on contact. You keep up the intense attack on my sex paying no mind to the rain. It feels so good. Your tongue fucking me and the sensation of the raindrops getting more frequent. Oh my. It helped that the dogs' master was going wild on my clit. Testosterone shots have made it frankly huge, almost like a micropenis. We both lost track of how many times I came on the Rottweiler's cock. Each time I came I thought "This is it, this is as much as I can cum," but nope! They made me cum again!! I've NEVER come so many times during a single session of sex before!I was a little disappointed to find that I could not in fact feel the individual shots of semen the Rottie was pumping into. It moved and pushed harder against the fabric as if it yearned to escape and stand tall and free before me. I knew that my words had affected him the way I had secretly hoped. “Feel free to continue. Or shall I do it for you?” I laid my hand on his belly, just where his shirt had been pulled up somewhat. The little strip of hair guided my hand down towards his still-closed belt buckle. He didn’t resist, just sat there looking at my hand on his abdomen, slowly sliding down past the rim of his.