Anne shook herself and got to her feet, “come in please, it will be more comfortable sitting in the kitchen” she said as her and Beth headed in. We kissed, stroked, licked, sucked and fucked slow and long, then lay chatting, “I do love those intense fucks we have”, she murmured, “but god its nice like this …slow and sensual, almost cumming, but slowing and backing off to build again”. “Sure can sweetie…but not for a while!” Tina wiped my meat and I strolled into the laundry to give it a rinse before joining Anne in the kitchen. “Cindy dear, go around and introduce yourself” I ordered, she took a couple of steps before she looked toward Anne, propped, squeaked, then squealed as she hurtled around to her mother, “Mum…Oh my god…oh my god…wow”, the rest of the girls now hurtling around also. She was an attractive woman, dressed impeccably, maybe mid-forties, I offered her coffee, water, which she declined, “a tour off the new run, “yes, thank you, I would have insisted anyway” she smiled, “I will not sell my dogs to someone that doesn’t have adequate facilities” she added.
