#38092 - Buster settled back down lying close to the couch but not looking at me, he still obviously felt some guilt so I petted him on the head and said, It's ok just don't do that again. I have to say sitting there on the couch I was more than slightly aware of the heavy musk my excited pussy was emitting, I was worried that Dan would smell it too and realize that I was actually excited by the though of the acts I was about to perform. Slowly I probed my own folds exploring my sex like a rediscovered old toy savoring the smoothness and plumpness of my outer labia and the wet rubbery texture of my inner flaps, I felt myself slipping a finger into my moist pinkness, my thumb instinctively pressing on my bud and wondered just how good Buster would feel.