Eventually he got her to visit his home, he wasprepared, a powder slipped into her drink and she passedout.“Make sure you get her face,” s...houted Billy to Anna ashe positioned the dog to make like it was fucking Gloriawho was now naked.Anna lay back on the table as Billy pushed Gloria’s headbetween her legs as though she was eating her pussy.Between them they took loads of pictures, some with cumall over the girl’s face; others with the dog and so on.They dressed her and. Her need to escape and relax had led her to this little cabin and by God she’d do both. Just for today.As Jane settled into a lounge chair on the deck with a glass of wine and a steamy romance novel, she heard the crunch of footsteps in the woods behind the cabin. Peering out over sunglasses, she saw what looked like a couple in search of a spot for a picnic. Jane sighed. Must be nice to have a man who took the time to be romantic like that. Apparently Tom had been wrong when he told her that. She was stimulating the tip mostly indirectly through the hood but every now and again she would use her other hand to tense the skin over her pubes towards her belly, causing the hood to retract along with the inner lips so the shiny purple head of the clitoris stood out and she could rub it directly, but it only needed a few strokes that way before the sensation must have been too intense and she went back to indirect stimulation. We were both getting tired and hot and the wet engorgement. Because it was a fair way from home, I asked if I could stay over the night before the interview. I arrived early evening, my aunt Mary was in her early 50's, I was 23 at the time. She was an attractive woman with particularly large breasts, a very sexy Scottish accent, and was always well dressed, not slutty, but just dressed well. She cooked me some supper, then we settled down to watch some TV. My uncle Paul was a grumpy old guy, always miserable. I knew they were not a happy couple, as I.