The other three dogs wander around, sniffing her, and whining.They obviously want their turn.Then one of the animals, a large white poodle, discovers ...the woman’s spread legs and sticks his nose in between them. The dog begins to make long dragging licks up and down the lovely woman’s cunt.The woman pops her mouth off the cock she is working on long enough to mutter something in Spanish that Natalie doesn’t understand, and then goes back to work on the Golden Retriever above her.Natalie is on. Joey had been right. The sex with this girl was mind-blowing. He was having fun with the other bridesmaid, judging by all the loud moans coming from their side of the room, which made it hard to ignore them. All in all, it was a fantastic night. On the Thursday, we went out yet again. We got unfathomably drunk again, and started debating over which girl which of us would take home. Unfortunately, they heard us, got pissed, and left without us. We were so drunk we could barely see straight, but. I fucking hated my pubic hair, the final nail in my coffin, but a nail I could keep prying out. I hated even looking there – which was pretty easy to avoid when you had a tube taking care of business half the time. I hated shaving there, having to … touch … my, my, I still didn’t know what to call myself. Pu – no. Cun – no. Twat – definitely not. I’d reluctantly settled on vulva, taking refuge in the medical term. To make matters worse, other than the dirty hair, it hadn’t changed a bit. I. I waited until I caught her eye and raised my glass and called out my festive greeting. It was only then that I noticed her companion. I didn't instantly recognise her, yet there was something distinctly familiar about her. It was only when she mumbled her own greeting that I clicked, mainly from her voice. Jill's friend Bernie. My immediate thought was that it meant Julie/June might be a lesbian. Even though I had felt no original sexual attraction to her I still unfairly thought that was a.