Then it hit me. “Did she say I needed someone who didn’t brag about having sex with me? I needed a dog?” I thought. No, she couldn’t have mean...t that. Sex with a dog. My God that was so left field. Now I knew Becky was sort of bohemian in many ways and I knew she had a dog. A lovely dog names Boots. But the idea of her having sex with him, bloody hell. But I couldn’t get her words out of my head. I had read somewhere that there were women who had sex with animals. I had laughed and shaken my. They were hopeless to hide it from the world, for each time they gazed at each other the love between them could not be concealed. She had become used to the idea that she loved a woman and not a man. She did not hate men but she could not help the fact that they had always been so disappointing for her. Their coarseness, all their urgent needs and most of all, their self - centeredness was the final straw. Shelly was none of that. Refined in movement and in mind she always gave more than she. Seeing that she was standing side on to me and looking the other way, I relaxed and looked at her more closely.Today she was wearing a short denim skirt that hugged her hips and then flared out to about mid-thigh. Her tight-fitting white blouse showed off her curves. Thin strips of ruffle decorated the neckline and the edges of the super-short sleeves. Her long black hair was bound at the back of her neck with a white band and then dropped in long ropy curls down her back. A pair of open-toed. She rubbed her tits up and down his cock as he blasted them with his hot creamy load."Good boy," she said to the exhausted James, wiping some of his creamy mess up off her breasts with her fingers and licking them off. After 5 minutes, Trishelle and James return to the open and he made her a free McFrosty. After that the girls got up out of their seats and left McDonalds and left James a very very happy employee. And they say fast food is the worse place to work at. Not in James case.The girls'.