Her shoulders slumped at the delay.“I’ll get him,” Claire said. She was the only one still dressed, after all. She stood up and smoothed her wri...nkled skirt. “Back in a sec,” she said.Prince was one of Mrs. Hill’s ‘special’ breeding stock dogs. Breed for sex and protection; not for their pedigree. He was a collective mix of Doberman Pincher, Rottweiler, Shepard, and Labrador Retriever, among others. Mrs. Hill had been carefully ***********ing and breeding her dogs for many years now, and Prince. Frantically, he scanned the numbers on the icebox. There it was. He punched the numbers as fast as he could, his hands shaking."Yes?" Miss Cabrini!" Ken blubbered."Who is this?" This is Ken ... I mean... KATHY, this is Kathy!" Oh, Kathy, so nice to hear from you ... Wait!! are you okay? What's the matter??" Please, I'm ... Something's wrong! I think I'm having a heart attack!" Ken cried out. "My heart is racing, I'm dizzy, I can't breathe ... But I can't! Not now! The children are upstairs, and. Smiling, she looked him in the eye again, with her right breast vibrating back and forth slightly from her enthusiastic hand movement. Mouth agape, his gaze finally rose from her chest to her eyes. Jennifer’s smile broadened and had taken on a devilish appearance. Quick as a flash, she dropped to her knees and had yanked his shorts down to his ankles in one fell swoop, and all without releasing her grip on his cock. She took a second or so nuzzling into a comfortable position for her knees, the. I zoomed into the sight of his big black cock splitting the lips of my wife’s white pussy. The head went in easier then I thought, but as he tried to feed more shaft in he had to pull out some then press again. She was coating his shiny black cock with her juice but it was such a tight fit it looked like he would split her. “Oh God it’s so fat. I’m being split in half. Please go slow.” My wife cried out. I admired the guy for doing just that. He could of shoved it in quick and ruined her. I.