Lesley had looked on her friend as her cock had entered her, but now she was looking at the fuck of her life. Pamela wasn’t any other woman she was ...her best friend. I saw Lesley’s eyes fill with lust, I watched her breathing increase, I watched her stare at Pamela’s arse as she fucked into it. Without much conscious thought, Lesley’s hands grasped Pamela’s hips and she started to pull her backwards in rhythm to her forward thrusting. “Oh fuck, yes…” cried Pamela. It was all the encouragement. Her husband was away a lot in the Naval Reserves which he loved, and did well over the service requirement taking courses, teaching courses, doing excercises so we had plenty of time, but it was a pain sneaking around to meet up for sex. We didn't do any socialising, just shagging. Her son loved her dearly, but I was always afraid that if he found out about us he might blurt it out to her husband as a way of hurting him during an argument, or telling his real dad, who might use it to split them. At least I was sitting down and it was impossible for Sampson to get at my sensitive brown eye with his wandering wet pink tongue and his blunt snout that felt like a tent pole between my legs. It didn’t take very much for him to get me all worked up with his tongue, his snout and his heavy paws on the back of my neck to get me down low for him to mount with his glorious almost eight inch doggie penis that worked wonders on my sex-deprived cunt even in the early morning hours when all most. I have surprisingly large breasts for a 13 year old. She took the nipple of my right breast and swirled her tongue around it. I moaned in pleasure. She withdrew and squeezed my breasts, massaging them gently. ‘Uhh,’ I moaned. She pulled her top off and undid her bra, her boobs were about the same size as mine if not slightly smaller. I started sucking her breasts and chewing on her nipples, she screamed out in pain and pleasure. Her hands slid down to my jeans while I was mauling her breasts.