She angles herself, opening her legs a little and leaning back – reaching down to pull the crotch of her panties across to one side, offering her pu...ssy to him… He sticks his snout up between her narrow thighs, his cold nose against her sensitive pussy… And then he starts licking – and she tosses her head back, flashing a huge smile… “OOooohhh!”We cut to a wider angle, watching as she settles back, her bum on her heels, breathing harder and harder, her chest heaving, as the dog continues to. Putting my left hand under her shoulders I used my right to encourage her to spread her legs a little. Then I replaced it under her dress and back under the waistband of her knickers. This time I moved it further down so I could push my second finger into her crack. It was warm and soft. 'You like that?' I asked. She noddedI found the little roseate bud of her clit and gave it a gentle massage. A little sigh passed her lips. 'Your tummy doesn't hurt any more, does it?' I asked. She looked at. I moved my body between Cecil’s spread apart thighs, supported myself above her body with one hand so as not to crush her, and gently pinched a nipple with the other. I viewed my steel shaft cock to make sure that it was aligned with her slit and then ever so slowly and deliberately moved my hips so as to penetrate her. Cecil groaned and held onto my biceps as I moved further and further into her chasm. She was so snug that had she not also been fully lubricated there is no way that I could. ) In just the month or so that George and Betsy have been with us, she’s lost inches around her hips and thighs and added inches — and wonderful firmness — to her chest. She admits she would have been a bra burner before but needed the support. Now she doesn’t have the attitudes anymore, or the bras either.“What did you put in that software?” Karla demanded. “What are you doing?”Wide-eyed, Anna replied, “Only the things our mistress has taught us. We sort of thought we could help someone. Or.