"Bye!" she called.

Marylou turned and waved. Rachel watched her walk away, heading for the farm across the field. Marylou was a farm girl and Rachel was a city girl who had just arrived for a two week vacation on the adjoining farm, where room and board had been arranged so that the teenager could enjoy a healthy, wholesome holiday in the open air.

She watched the older girl's heart-shaped ass sway provocatively as she walked away. It was a really great ass – and Marylou had the tits to go with it, too, big thrusting tits with stiff nipples that pressed out in twin peaks against her cotton tee shirt. She was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans – cut so short that they were dragged right up into the vee of her crotch, as if by the suction of her pussy.

Rachel felt tremendously excited.

But she knew that it must be because of the erotic conversation they had had. The girl was too innocent and naive to realize that she was also turned on by sexy Marylou's lush body. She realized that she would have liked to see Marylou naked, but supposed that was only out of curiosity. After all, they were both girls, so there couldn't be any sexual feeling involved.

Rachel waited until Marylou's hip swinging stride had taken her halfway across the field and then, giggling at her own naughtiness, she went back to the farmhouse to frig her pussy until she creamed.

And Marylou went to play with her doggy.

Kingfisher was a big, shaggy brute with a jet-black coat and a wide, broad muzzle and pale-gray eyes. He had a long red tongue, as well. And when he saw Marylou coming across the field, that long red tongue lolled from the side of his jaw.

He bounded across the farmyard to meet her.

Marylou grinned at how enthusiastically Kingfisher greeted her as the big doggy yelped and wriggled and lapped at her hand. She stroked his head and shoulders, feeling the hard muscles ripple under his fur. He was a powerful beast – and potent, too.