Among the stories in the family about her, are rumors of bestiality. Who better to talk to?When we ran into each other one day, I invited her over for... coffee and she accepted. While we were talking about this and that, I asked her about the bestiality rumors, just kind of blurted it out suddenly. She didn’t appear to be surprised, angry or insulted, I guess I wasn’t the first who questioned her about it. She just looked at me quizzically and wanted to know why I asked. So I told her about my. Yes, fuck me i whisper back… you slip out of me fast, run your dick from my hot, wet pussy up my ass crack and again… with one hand your fingers and thumb are pulling my ass open and with your other your guiding your dick in… not wasting time, you shove into my ass… halfway and i let out a groan… and then all the way in… and your holding your dick there… in my ass… and moving it deep and around inside of me… you lean in and pull me up to my knees… now fuck me you demand… and i do… my back to. Is 6:30 too early? 6:30 will be fine. And you must call me Mary. Can I bring anything? No need. Just bring your handsome young son and your beautiful self. As I walked home I thought about what I had promised that there would be no pressure. A lie really but we would only use gentle pressure, just enough to help her overcome her inhibitions and do something that she really wanted to do. I was naked when, shortly after 6:30 I opened the door to David and Mary. As soon as the door was shut again,. Before Eva could even take her seat at the edge of the bed, Claire was already out of her shoes and dropping her khaki pants. Eva supposed a lifetime in girls' dorms had rid Claire of any modesty, in private at least. Eva savored the moment. Claire was divine, a petite 5'7” girl with an elegant flare to her hips. Eva watched the khakis slip down Claire's porcelain calves, her flawless pale skin sharply contrasted by a head of straight sable hair. Claire stepped out of one leg, gently arching.