The wife climaxed. Her loud moan was heard outside the small room. Her body jerked over and over as her hands held her lovers face to her. Then she sl...owly slipped down her lover’s body and they kissed as their vagina’s rubbed together. The wife raised the leg of her lover as she slipped between them.The two lovers ground their vagina’s together. Their moans grew louder. Then the wife dropped the leg and drove her tongue deep into the red fur covered honeypot of her lover. The lover’s back. I could hear the screeching of tires as Marcus sped up. I followed, more slowly several minutes later. I was a couple of miles behind them when I heard metal hitting metal. Not hurrying, I arrived just in time to see the car fly over the embankment towards the ocean. I heard car hit water as I drove away. Breaking news interrupted my Seinfield rerun to inform the entire coast that Marcus Sandoval, Jr. had died in a car accident. He was 33, owner and president of one of the fastest growing. I loved that slickness, and used it to great effect. My prowess was not to be diminished, I swore an oath to self. I would continue to fuck myself and imagine all the most blissful scenarios available to my lush sensual imaginings. My cock was above average based on photos I saw. Erotic scenes played out before my eyes from without (thanks Lush) and from within. The scenes I concocted… hmmmm…. conCOCKted might be more appropriate… anyway, my own pageants proved the most demure of all. I. Renzo’s. He was grabbing the dog’s cock and guiding it into Paradise. My k9 lover found it and both of us were in Heaven.I have never, despite all the dog matings over the years, taken the instant ferocious pounding of my four legged partners without a gasp of surprise. It always stops my heart for a second and produces an instant orgasm and a sharp pain as the dog goes wild with a bone hard cock that gets increasingly longer. His front legs might be gripping my body hard but they were still..