This year a new bull was lording over the rookery. This way, I’d at least leave myself a chance to recover my modesty in a pinch. Anal sex As George watched, I unlaced my left boot with trembling fingers and pulled it from my foot. I squealed and grunted as he split me open, the breath crushed from my lungs—but my slick and willing pussy accepted him with no resistance. It would make for an interesting obituary, at least. He was clearly excited—and not by one of his cows. He snuffled at the top of my head in response, and with a last longing glance I turned to make my way back up the steep slope above the beach. George was awake as well, and when he realized I was up he nudged me. He appeared insatiable, only pausing occasionally to lay with his mates after they had finished their vigorous coupling. As George watched, I unlaced my left boot with trembling fingers and pulled it from my foot. I was going mad with excitement, and George was clearly in a similar state.
