“Touch me,” she moaned as she moved his hand between her legs.He touched her, running his fingers through the abundant lubrication before beginnin...g what the girls now called the “double diddle.” From the angle he had to work with, Matt couldn’t get more than a fingertip inside her. Instead, his thumb harried her clit while the other finger glided back and forth across her two U-spots.“Oh,” she squeaked in surprise at what the second finger was doing. “What are you doing?” she gasped as her hips. Dottie had grown up having it hard. Ranch life is tough on women and hell on horses, as the saying goes. Anyway, when Dottie turned sixteen, and her Pa told her that she had to marry one of the ignorant cowboys the he employed, Dottie rebelled. She packed her meager belongings and went to town. Dottie was a big girl, not fat, big. She stood five feet ten inches barefoot, and weighed a hundred and forty pounds. She weighed as much as most of the men and was taller than most of the male specimens. Sending the boys off, I struck out to my little private beach, stopping at the beach bar to fill up two large bottles with daiquiris - "one for me, and one for my husband," I lied. It took me about twenty minutes to find my piece of paradise, stretched out my beach blanket, set out my book and drinks, then went for a refreshing dip. The water was perfect! Warm, and languid waves rolled over me as I cooled in the beautiful blue water of the Caribbean. I pulled myself halfway up to the shore, and. ”As he led me through a door by the side of the bar, he explained, “There’s a room here which I know they sometimes use to take girls. I’m guessing they managed to persuade Claire to go with them to the ‘meat room’, as they so charmingly call it.”Jason and I had pretty much been on the same page about most things as our friendship grew, but the grin on his face as he described ‘the meat room’ was a million miles away from the way I was feeling. My wife wasn’t some piece of meat to be fucked by.