"Good boy Max. Good boy," Amy said, softly. "Come on boy. Come on. Please Max. Please!" she pleaded. With bowed head, Max looked up at Amy's face and ...saw that she wasn't mad at him. Not at all. She was directing him towards where her hand was. He licked his muzzle once more and took a step closer...closer. Amy's heart seemed to pound even harder, as she watched Max's head again stretch toward her. When his nose was just inches away from her pussy, his tongue snaked out... and licked. "Oh geez". 'You have such a perfect ass to fuck,' he said softly. His hands slipped around my waist and I felt his breath on my back and realised he was going down on his knees. A wet tongue flicked at the base of my back and I shivered at the sensation. Those manly hands gripped my hips and Martin pressed his face closer and ran his wet tongue over my strong mounds of ass flesh. I automatically clenched my ass cheeks and he groaned. Kneading my backside as he slowly licked and kissed the ass he was going. We can see how you cope with spending the evening wearing my white silk knickers. Don’t be late xx’ She had also attached a picture of them, laid out on my side of the bed.The rest of the day I spent sitting uncomfortably at my desk, my mind racing and cock already aching at the thought of her suggestion. I suspect she knew that. Evening soon came and I headed home. “Hello sweetie, you’re very early you must be keen!” she teased. “Go take a quick shower and leave all of your clothes behind in. We met the Hermanoses, who were good-looking, comfortable ranch people. Christmas dinner was the family, mom and dad and I, los tres Hermanos, Jesse and the hands.Consuela was just what Dan had said, tiny and lots of fun. I liked her instantly and we talked together through dinner like a couple of magpies. When the hands left the table, Beth and I excused ourselves to do the dishes. Consuela came with us, started helping out like any good, ranch-raised girl. We chattered while we worked. Made.