There was a cock inside her house. Her father's.A cock she could see, touch, maybe even taste if she was lucky – and bold – enough. Despite all he...r efforts, those flaming ideas consumed her. She had all the information she needed. She knew during summer he enjoyed sleeping naked, she had, years before, accidentaly walked in his bedroom in the morning, what led to another useful information. He never locked his door. And also slept with a lamp near his bed.But most importantly, she knew whenever. And in these early days he didn't care too much about the consequences. That was for someone else to worry about. He'd compromised enough by allowing himself to be covered up like a man in a mackintosh against the rain, though in this case, the soaking came from within rather than from outside. He had a hunger for pussy and the more pleasure he experienced, the more he hungered for more.This became Dick's mission in life. He rarely let other considerations take precedence. However, it wasn't. She held still for a while and then responded with a hesitant movement of her own hips. I lowered my face and our lips met in a long, deep, open-mouthed kiss. I released her from my embrace, guided her to the bed and lay her down on her back. Although her upper torso was naked, she still had her sari, petticoat and panties on. She crossed her arms over her breasts and lay with her eyes closed. I reached for the hem of her sari and slowly pulled it up to her knees.I caressed her legs, starting. Max started to sniff into the air and around Rose."I wonder what's he's sniffing at?" asked Paul."I read on that site that dogs love the smell of sex and that's what I think he smells," said Rose,"I also think he thinks I'm bitch in heat, and wants me as his bitch." Oh really," said Paul,"Do you want to be his bitch?"All that Rose did was nod her head yes. Paul went up to Rose and gave her a kiss and went between her legs. He pulled off her bathrobe. He noticed Max was watching even more.