Her breasts were firm and her legs were very well formed. She had a mini skirt on and he could look up her leg a fair bit. He couldn't see her panty... yet but thought maybe he will asked to see it later depending on how the conversation goes. What are you wearing under your jeans she asked him and he said nothing. You said you like guys who wears no boxers under jeans and I thought I'll grant you your wish. What are you wearing he asked her. I have a see through lace g-string on. Can I. I hope that you won't be alone. I think that it makes a lot of sense if Wendy and Brad move in here while I'm away, and the three of you fuck your brains out. How about it?”I had an image flit through my head of Brad fucking my pussy from behind while I was eating Wendy's pussy. I hadn't eaten Wendy's pussy since we were teenagers. OR Brad fucking my arse while Wendy and I sucked each other in a 69? Would I like Brad to fuck my arse? No one had ever fucked my arse, except my husband, and that. She didn’t pump it in and out, she merely slid her dripping cunt onto it slowly, both of us could feel every tenuous centimeter as our bodies came together…inch …by…inch. Her voice seemed somewhere between heaven and hell, pain and pleasure as she took me in. Finally she reached the goal, all 12 ½ inches nestled tightly in her wanton hole. She began to squeeze down on my shaft with all of the muscles she had that weren’t already overstretched past being usable, her body quaked as. Then it was behind her. She turned just in time to see the black dog pouncing towards her before it knocked her tumbling backwards. She put her hands behind her to break her fall, her palms meeting the clammy ground and her elbows bending with the impact, dropping her onto her back so that she ended up lying in the grit, twigs snapping beneath her. The dog landed with its front paws on her shoulders above her breasts, pinning her to the ground, its hind legs between her thighs. It was a match.