Iweko did not know if this was true but as a woman, it was not her place to question or complain, only to accept the rules and orders of the men of th...e house. At the order of her father-in-law, Iweko stood up and went in to the house. Her two young sons were on the sofa watching television. Iweko immediately stood at attention and gave them both a respectfully low bow. A wave in dismissal from her sons later, Iweko went into the kitchen. Her mother-in-law was already there with Iweko’s. He could hear her wet pussy resisting his cock on each stroke. The slurping sound, her gentle moans.Then he felt Jenna's soft body against his, her breasts pressed into his back as she draped herself over him. She started kissing his bare skin, working her way to his neck and ears. While her lips tickled his ears her hand wandered over his body, roaming to his butt. Just as his thrusts were getting harder he felt Jenna at the entrance to his butt, pressing on his little virgin hole. Her finger. "Do you want to go and get the paper?" she asked me that morning.I shook my head up and down, signifying a clear-cut "yes." This gesture, alone, was pretty damned impressive, for a dog, but Brenda was past being shocked by such things. She apparently decided that I wouldn't run away if she let me out, and she opened the door and stood there while I retrieved the paper. I took care not to slobber on it, and quickly brought it back and handed it over."Good boy!" she said.Well, hell. I really was. . what do we toast to?” she asked him as she handed him his glass.Alan shrugged.Trish raised her glass. “To Dawn and Bradley,” she said. “May they enjoy each other’s bodies throughout the night.”Alan managed a nervous smile as he raised his glass. Trish took off her jacket and moved over to the settee and patted the seat next to her. “Come on. I won’t bite.” He joined her.“So Alan you like to be cuckolded?”He nodded with a faint smile. “I’m fascinated to know what a guy could get out of letting.