" Abigail did so. Objectively, she was homely, and looked like she'd seen hard use, but nothing really stood out for Ron as being physically unaccepta...ble. "Fine. Are you wet?" Ron reached out to check for himself. Abigail spread her stance and let him rub her pussy, looking back at him calmly. She WAS wet, but not dripping -- it probably wasn't enough for easy penetration. He settled back into the recliner. "If there's any truth in that tale, you can suck dick. Get me good and hard and crawl on. I'll pack up the winter gear and we can head out. I'll see you at the Rover in about fifteen minutes." With that said, I headed for the garage.Just before I opened the garage door, I thought I spotted something out of the corner of my eye. I stopped and looked. Sure enough, a deer began to slowly make its way between a fence and a mound of snow. It paused, looked around, and then hopped over a log that was blocking the path.Then a second deer followed the first, then another, and then another,. .. my boobs aren’t especially large. Smallish nipples. I smiled.I fell back on the bed. I spread my legs and began to masturbate. Slowly at first, my fingers rubbed circles around my clit. I put them a half an inch into my pussy and felt how wet I was, using some of the juice on my clit. I rubbed it vigorously and closed my eyes. I was seeing Toby cum again, and again... I put two fingers inside myself and used the other hand on my clit. I was finger-fucking myself well and truly, just about. Both their bodies wrapped around each other in the depths of lust as she cried out to him his name telling him to fuck her harder. With his fingers deep inside her and her pussy wet and hot, she couldn't wait to feel his hardness fill her crevice again. Pushing against his hand, feeling his hard cock brushing against the inside of her thigh, he grabbed her ass and gave it a tight squeeze. "What do you want?" he asked her. "I want to feel your cock inside me," she replied. "Your pussy is so wet..