The unusual curves of his cock made it feel extraordinarily thick, stretching me, filling me. It felt good to be so stretched, though. It felt very go...od.I could recall my exact words, too: "Ohmigod! No. Oh, George... you're so deep... its right in me!... oh fucking me... oh George... You're fucking me!"And then he really, really was fucking me. His thrusts had an abandon born of sheer excitement. He was a little rough as he had always been. Just enough force that it was slightly overpowering,. After a good deal of growling and biting play the two dogs were again overcome by the delicious, urgent smell from between Hilary's legs and loped over to chase her.Now working together one dog would seek to seize the shrieking Hilary's arm, while the other sniffed out her rear. Cooperation would collapse as the canine doing the holding became jealous of the one sniffing. A snarling, barking fight would ensue. Three times this pattern was repeated until it was clear to everyone that one of the. When she parted her legs to alLow access to her knIckers,Fred could could not help staring.She asked if the large amount of hair was off putting."no,i find hairy pussy so much more arousing than a shaven one" was his reply Watching her fingers find her clit and stroke it under the knickers was so erotic that Fred nearly got carried away with his own job.But luckily he remembered to slow down,although the fact that she was just staring at his hand stroking his cock. Not only am I a voyeur, I’m an exhibitionist as well. I recall going into the kitchen to refill my own drink, my cock firm and erect, enjoying the thought of Liz watching me. When she called out that she was ready for a refill, I made a new batch. My cock softened a bit, but when I held up the carafe to show Liz the drinks were made, she motioned to bring it to her, that was magic enough. Getting near her was such sweet torture. While I poured the Margarita into her glass, she touched my.