While they worked, Jack considered what kind of life his neighbor was living. It didn’t sound like much of a life. He said, “It must be lonely bei...ng away from home all that time.”“Lonely is hardly the word for it. Every week I have to deal with another set of twenty strangers for seven hours a day. All conversation is associated with work. Every night, I make a telephone call home, but that usually lasts five to ten minutes. When I’m on the other coast, I don’t even get much of a telephone call. The conversation flowed nicely each telling the other intimate details of their lives. They laughed as Brian told Abby an amusing story from his child-hood and as they locked eyes the laughter slowly died. Abby licked her lips and Brian’s eyes followed her tongue before sliding his eyes down her throat. His eyes went lower to the enticing bit of chest that was shown by her pink tank top, then down to her legs, which seemed to go on for days. Brian was starting to sweat again and it wasn’t. I know my answer. I doubt I could go through with fucking either son (18-19 y/o) but I have an intense fantasy about either or both of them ejaculating on my breasts. (I'm so afraid I'll get caught writing this... LOL). I think I would encourage that ... definitely.Whew...I am now your biggest fan my dear. Thanks for giving me such a wonderful body of work. You're the best!Regards,EllaGosh Ella.Such fulsome praise indeed. I LOVE to hear from ladies of our age having glorious orgasm celebrations. That’s all that mattered and I’d left some comments on my favorites saying exactly that – signing them ‘Dog Slut O’ – after spending night after night getting off on them. Some evenings, that’s all I’d do after dinner. Settle in on my bed and make myself come for hours, reading story after story, learning about myself in the process, discovering that my fantasies revolved around being my choice being taken away from me. It was such a nasty fantasy to have. Being fucked by dogs, so I tried to.