I smile. That's exactly what I was hoping he'd say. He turns me around and I bend over the table. The coldness of it against my body causes me to enha...le deeply. He lifts my skirt so it's folded over my back, leaving me completely exposed. He runs his hands over my bum, down my thighs and back up again. He spreads my legs slightly allowing access to my sensitive spots. He begins rubbing my clit. This has my breathing picking up. I place my hands flat on the table and push myself back against his. "Look, maybe I'd better tell you. Don't let the kids play outside, and don't let George run loose. He's got white on him, so don't leave him outside a minute more than necessary, and never wear white outside. There are assholes out there that if they see a flash of white, they think it's a dear, and BANG!" You don't hunt, do you?" he asked."Back when I was in school, I lived for hunting," Mark said. "Then, when I got back from Vietnam, hunting season rolled around, and I discovered that I had. She was also wearing a brief, black sports bra with spaghetti straps that hugged her tits snugly, letting a generous amount of her smooth, young cleavage to show. Her one concession to modesty was the pale pink blouse she was wearing over the bra which was knotted together just under her boobs. Her long, chestnut hair was flowing loose around her shoulders as she made doodles in her notebook, pretending she was paying attention to her father’s lecture. She heard most of what her father was. “Fuck me, Doc.”Slowly her orgasm subsided, but suddenly she bucked and moaned again.“Finger me, Sophie!” she yelled. “One fucking more.”Sophie and I did our jobs well, and Tessa was taken by another orgasm. It was amazing to watch her cumming like that.Finally, Tessa was done. Exhausted, and all orgasmed out, she turned on her side and fell instantly asleep.Sophie rolled over onto her back and opened her legs. Her beautiful pussy was dripping wet. I reached up and touched it and she moaned.“Go.