Evan couldn't have been gone very long, Jason thought. It made him feel good that Darlene would rather have him drive her home. She told him to come around back when he got there because she might be in the pool, so that's what he did, hoping she'd piss be tanning naked with Ms. Style. The backyard was quiet, and nobody was at the pool, so Jason walked over to the screened in porch. “Hello, you in there?” he asked before opening the door an inch. In the shadows, he saw Darlene stand up. “Yeah, come in,” she said. “It's safe, Brutus is in the house.” Immediately, his mind went to Ms. Style on her hands and knees, then Darlene's dark-red nipples brought it back. The girl's white T-shirt was old and japanese worn thin. It was quite warm, yet her nipples were hard. He stepped in and pulled the screen door shut. Darlene's expression was one of determination or anger. He asked, “Where's—” The fuckin' redhead grabbed both sides of his face. “I femdom hope you're not in a hurry.” “No. Why?” “I'm incredibly horny,” Darlene said. “I hope Becky didn't wear you out this morning.” Before he could respond, Darlene yanked his mouth to hers. The tone was immediately established by the kiss. She sucked and bit his lip. He reached around and grabbed her ass. It was bare under the shirt. He pushed his thigh between her legs and lifted it into her crotch. She began undressing me as I undressed her. My cock was sticking out into the air femdom with my balls hanging down beneath it. “Was it the pot mom? She licked at my flesh, the japanese stimulation rippling through me. How was I able to scream this loud, this long. The tenth stroke was the piss last one and the bucket of water felt good as well. My cock was throbbing and leaking pre-cum down my thigh. Her round face and button nose, compliment her full, generous lips to give her a youthful appearance making it hard to guess her age accurately. I couldn’t help but comment on the uniqueness of the group of people. She didn’t hesitate. I simply stared at him as if nothing was out of the ordinary, no shame in my nakedness. When I arrived at the ranch I went to the stock pens and found Matt and James Conklin, our veterinarian, there.