1. Memory of a friend with a dog aunt true story -1


    Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: First Time, Mature, Taboo, Author: stif266, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Once when in my early twenties I had some &#034domestic&#034 problems with my partner, David. I walked out and went to spend summer with my Aunt on a smallholding in a remote part of South Wales. Meg was a widow aged around forty living on her own ever since my Uncle Dylan had been killed in a mine accident ten years earlier. I think the Miners Union obtained a decent compensation amount for her, she now seemed quite well off and she and Dylan having had no c***dren had always had a soft spot for me, her younger s****r's daughter. She kept chickens, a goat, several orphaned lambs, a cat and two Labrador dogs for company. The Labs were lovely, one black and one golden, named, 'Bill' and 'Ben'. Her old farm cottage was remote, well off the beaten track or any real road. The two dogs would howl like banshees if a stranger dared to approach their lonely track but just greeted people with a welcoming bark when the few folk they knew well approached, my Aunt could truthfully tell you just who was approaching up the track by the sound of the dogs barks. I had no idea how she did it but after they barked she'd say, &#034There's Glyn top farm with the eggs, get them off him at the gate Bach&#034. She would be right. Her dogs were highly trained, one of her hobbies was dog obedience training, she had done it for years and won cash prizes and exhibitions at exhibitions at local fetes. She had even once trained Border collie sheepdogs, winning trials when younger at my Granddads old ...
    hill farm. Local people in the village, even farmers were forever asking her advice about various dogs, breeds, illnesses, training etc. She was definitely a respected canine &#034expert&#034 in that valley. I stayed with her all that summer, I chilled out walking by the river next to her land with the dogs, fed the goat and totally relaxed away from the hassle, bustle and bitchiness of the city life I had been used to. I just loved the peace away from the crowds and the city and David. The thing I missed most was that the few local men I met were unbelievably shy of girls, no one my own age dared even speak to me in eight weeks but I enjoyed the chill out after my &#034relationship&#034 trouble at home. I had lived with David for six months, truthfully the only thing I missed him for was sex, he had been my first and good at it. That's probably why I was still masturbating a lot while thinking about him, even in Wales. I hated myself but did it most nights in bed and sometimes on hot days, in the barn. Once I even played with myself next to a secluded pool down by the river, it excited me so much that I was in the open air doing it that I invented a fantasy that some shy local man was in the bushes and so excited by watching me that he was wanking himself. In reality highly unlikely, we were miles away from anywhere populated but the thought excited me immensely. I lay back on the river bank with my hand down my pants and came frantically at the thought of what a slut I was ...
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