Perhaps it was the view that persuaded her. It was a beautiful suite with a sitting room separated from the bedroom with a fireplace and all the quint...essential style one would find in a New England bed & breakfast. The place overlooked a nearby bay and seemed to be within walking distance of the main street which was quaint with brick sidewalks and black lampposts. It was a beautiful town.Her hair was fixed and her makeup was applied, all she had to do was slip into her dress and heels before. He began to stroke his entire shaft for me, matching my thrusts with the flashlight. “You like fucking yourself for me, don’t you?” he asked. “I know you’re wishing it was me in there, fucking that wet slit of yours.” I pulled the flashlight out and moved closer to the hard cock, which was so tantalizingly out of reach. In one sudden motion, I was pushed onto my back and his cock was inside of me. He put his hands under my ass to push himself all the way in and as he did, I came so hard I. “Good, turn over bro,” he answered, before moving his body onto me.Blaine commenced brushing his cock into my crack and began his unhurried prodding. For the next thirty minutes after that, he fucked my arse sensually. Slow, fast, hard, then gently. I had not cum thus far that evening and was rather relieved when I finally shot my load all over the sheets. Unperturbed, he continued spearing my arse before finally unloading into me a short while later.With both of us needing a drink afterward,. From that day thereafter Alicia became an avid dog lover.Still, her religious inclinations would not go away. How could she reconcile her mating daily with a dog and then attend Mass? One day she posed the question to her confessor. The older man sighed. Another fine looking woman had gone to the beasts. Being rather liberal, however, the priest took it all in stride.There was an apocryphal gospel, he explained, by one Baruch of Arimathea, that described how, when Jesus entered Jerusalem.