His mouth loses grips and his digits pop free. Rising up on her knees, she takes him to the back of her throat, squeezes tightly and grab him by the b...alls. Alan climaxes. He shouts her name as he does. The dog doesn’t stop. She sucks until he has no more left to give. She swirls her mouth muscle around the tip. The man can barely stand it, and then he cannot stand it at all.“Okay, okay ... I give, I give...” he offers, but still she doesn’t stop. Instead, she increases her pressure, tormenting. She turned on the shower for me as I stepped inside the large stall.I just stood there as she took the shower head off it’s cradle and set it to pulsate.It was one of those shower massage set ups that came in handy at times when you wanted a more stimulating shower. I’ve even used it on clits to produce screaming orgasms. It’s pulsation mode felt like little wet fingers tapping all over my body. I put shampoo on my head and lathered it up.I soaped up my body as Connie stood by the stall door so. There is probably one more thing I should tell you. I am a lesbian.Every day, I take long walks for exercise. While wearing a yellow sundress and white tennis shoes, I decide to venture out into the woods which is about half of a mile from where I am staying. My mother once told me that these places could be dangerous so I am carrying a small crossbow for protection. After, walking for an hour, I heard two interesting voices. Since one of the voices sounded like it came from a young lady, I. Then, as the male attendant’s massaging of my shoulders and neck muscles worked deeper, the female attendant descended her hips onto my cock and pulled me ever deeper into her and started to slowly pump me with her pelvis.Before I climaxed, they had me out of the tub, dried off in intimate pattings with deep-pile cotton towels and had me face down on the four-poster bed. The female attendant was crouched above my head and was deeply massaging my back muscles down to my waist, and the male.