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My nipples are more pronounced than before, the stimulation having extended them even more. I use my fingers and squeeze them, pinch them, and twist them. It hurts, but I watch my facial reaction as I do it, then I check out the nipples. They throb from the abuse and they stand out even further. I look at my body, my body’s reaction, and my mind is again on track for the exploration I had set for myself those days before. I look at my body closely as if to see the truth in the skin, tits, nipples, and cunt. I look up into my own eyes and that is where I see it, the truth, the validation, and the determination. I want it. I need it. I crave it. I want more of what I started. And, in that moment of inspection, of introspection, I know I am going to go back to the Park. The dog’s tongue felt heavenly. It felt wonderful. I am going back to the Park and I will masturbate outside, again. But … if that dog returns … Despite my determination, I am still working up the nerve to venture back to the Park. I think I have erased the shame of the dog licking me. That recrimination was reflective of my family, Prakash, and what they would have heaped onto me should such an experience be witnessed and reported. I feel the excitement of the risk, again. The masturbation thrill of exposure and fetish the danger it represents renews me and goads me. My sessions of masturbation in the apartment become more frequent and intense. I have used a lot of images and fantasies but none have produced such intense excitement, stimulation, and raw release as now. Now, all my mind can see while the dildo or my fingers work at my cunt is the dog licking at my wet and gaping cunt. These images, though, don’t stop so quickly as it occurred in reality before. These images are of the dog lapping at my drooling cunt as I lay spread before him, my fingers abusing my nipples until he and I bring me to a glorious orgasm that is replicated on my bed with the dildo. Any longer, those images, those thoughts, have become the craving. It seems completely reckless, not careful, at all. But, I know it is now inevitable. When I return to the Park, I am telling myself I don’t believe the dog, any dog, could even be there in amateur that spot. I kept telling myself it would have to be a coincidence of epic proportions for that dog to be in the same place and cumshot same time as me. I am trying to keep myself from a huge disappointment, but inwardly I am still hoping to experience that event, again. I rationalize that it might take several visits. And, I am correct. I return to the Park and my location. I scan around the area and I am virtually alone. I still hear sounds of people and k**s in the distance, but I am alone in my hidden spot. I push my jeans and panties down to my ankles to allow even blowjob better exposure of my legs and I settle down in the wild grass. I start urgently with my fingers, but then take a deep breath to calm myself. There is no need for rushing through this. I said I was sorry, that everything was happening so fast that I couldn't get my mind around it. “Fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me!” Ashley told Nick although she did not wait for an answer before mounting him. The three horny girls watched him wiggle the mouse and the original amateur image of the kneeling teens in front of the boy's cock came back into blowjob view. The material caressed my thighs as she knelt before me, her eyes staring at my plain, white panties. The one she sucked off once already. You will keep it that way from now on, I like to see a shaved pussy”. I sat down next to her, lit up a cig, gave her one and watched her almost choke. I bucked and shuddered, rubbing my tits against my wife's back. “Ive a feeling its going to fetish be quite soon, in fact I’d start about now!” I said just as Laura stops cumshot wanking me and positions her mouth about an inch from my dick. “Glad you asked!! The pretty blonde decided the rest of the family didn't need to know that she'd masturbated in front of her older step brother afterwards. It sounded almost like a challenge to him, oh god, what have I got myself into? My daughters' warm hands stroked my dick as they loved me. I groaned, squeezing my mom's and sister's asses. Susanna flipped the switch and followed her sister out the door. She wanted second place. From the seven-floor elevator ride and upon entering the room, it was clear that Jack and Luci were hooking up. It was frustrating for me since he didn’t know what he was doing, obviously not being on the giving or receiving end of cocksucking very much in his life. Bottomless Yeah, I spent a while hitchhiking. Drool running down his length as her muffled squeels lingered. She wanted this so badly. With one foot, she pushed her clothes and sandals under a bed, then shook her red hair free from its pony-tail and stood naked from the hips down - one knee bent and her arms loose like an artist’s model. “No I’m not. She was disgusted with Gustav but she was exhilarated by the power and the utter wickedness of it all. Didn't she like cumming masturbation on my mouth? Tossing her belongings into her oversides bag, she threw it over her shoulder and made her way to the door. She was dying, and I was...