I could tell that he wanted to say something because his mouth opened but no words came out. I had him, and there was no way for him to back out of it... on his end. If he did, all I would have to do is tell my dad that he was trying to look up my skirt and he would be in big trouble. What are you doing? he suddenly blurted out as I ran down the side of the garage toward the box at the far end. Just getting something that I left behind, I said as I stepped up to the box to find my panties in a big. In less than seven weeks, I had the first ten chapters written — it usually took me two weeks a chapter but this story was a labor of love, lust and larceny.A title was slowly coming to me; it would be 'red' something. My nom de querre would be Phillip Roux, the last name a French derivative of the word Red. After spending far too much time on it, the title of the first book would be 'The Redheaded Tryst.' Phillip was my protagonists name as well. It would be a first-person story! The wife, who. I started eating her pussy. It was pinkish in colour and I loved its wetness. She was charged now as my tongue moved to her clitoris.She caught my hair and pushed my head more and more between her legs. It was clear she wanted me to eat her pussy more which I happily obliged. I moved up to her stomach and belly button and sucked both of them. Then we got into 69 positions. She sat on my face with her cunt and also started sucking my dick at the same time. I opened her pussy lips with my fingers. Humper had been trained well and between that and his natural instinct for sexual desire, he knew precisely what to do when he was let free. Humper's insistent and increasingly loud whimpering and whining indicated that he knew an available bitch was nearby and he was more than ready to do what came naturally to a horny male dog who hadn't fucked a female in several days.Most of the guys in the room with Molly could see between Humper's large legs and his dog cock had quickly become erect and.