"How do you know her?", Helen asked, looking a bit surprised, and maybe a little jealous, too.I recounted the story of Vicky, the scantilly clad women... at the photo show, including how she came in front of us at the bar, dripping pussy juice all over the floor."So where's her card?", Joan asked me. "Let's give her a call." I'll have to go look for it. I'm not sure I remember where I put it."I found Vicky's card after searching for a while, finally fishing it out of the pants pocket where I had. Well I ended up finding out she was married with kids out of the house and hubby was never home since he was a truck driver. After talking during lunch with her and a few others she gathered that I had not had a home cooked meal in forever. She walked up to me and invited me over to dinner, told me she felt bad that I had not been home in over 6 months and that she felt she should do something nice. I of course told her it was ok that she didnt have to but she insisted and on I followed her to. The dog the goes back behind Gwen, and leaps upon Gwen's back, it's big paws and Claws clamping into her as it seeks a Hole, any hole. Gwen just bends forward and puts her hand behind her back, and guides the b**st into her asshole.And then the a****l just starts Fucking furiously at her Ass.and No protest from Gwen, I thought this is another of her secrets that she keeps from her husband. I'm mesmerized watching this sight, Stroking my pervert cock.Then, shattering the moment a voices shouts ". Catchums came out of the kitchen carrying two cokes. He handed one to Sean. Hot, he went over to one of the picnic tables in the shade. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he asked, "What do you want?" I went to clean the area around the service window and discovered that the paint is peeling off the wooden exterior," Sean said pointing to the spot where he had removed the paint. He took a sip of his drink. The ice cold drink was much appreciated.Mr. Catchums looked at the bare wood that Sean's.