It's nice to watch you at work and enjoying yourself at work that..." You like watching me enjoy myself?" Not so much watching you..." rambled Ana, he...r ears burning with embarrassment, not at all sure what she was trying to say. "It's just nice chatting to you while you're happy and not ... when you're sort of your own person and not being ... I just think it's nice that..."Binta leaned over and tenderly kissed Ana on the cheek. "I enjoy your company. I don't care why you want to spend time. That was years ago. What happened to me? More to the point, where the hell am I? And come to think of it, who am I?I took a quick look around. Light forest, with moderate undergrowth. I was lying against the trunk of an oak tree at the edge of a small clearing. Complete with babbling brook running through it. A more pastoral scene one could not imagine, though that bard from Stratford certainly tried-Okay, focus. Only a few clouds in the sky--the sun was directly overhead, which probably meant. Our dog then stood still.Ana told me he was making her cum again, as she was sensing a huge amount of warm sperm flooding into her hungry cunt. Then she moaned and grunted, as she came again…Samson suddenly dismounted my wife’s body and he went to a corner to lick his own hard dick. Ana fell forward onto the mattress; I saw she was panting hard, shivering and crying in tears after such rough sex session with our nice dog. She opened her eyes and looked at me with an evil grin; then she told me. Jenny might hear us but I did not think she would mind.I decided to see if Cynthia was game. I rolled into Cynthia's back spooning her. I reached my arm around her held her warm tit in my hand. Cynthia closed the door on my lustful ambitions by moving my hand down to her belly. Feeling frustrated I rolled onto my back. I felt unreasonably angry at Cynthia and lay there in the dark thinking about all the things that she did to piss me off. I knew I was being unreasonable and that I would feel.