The smell of the pies filled his sensitive nose as he opened the trunk. The spiced meats made him start to drool. He wiped away the slobber from his m...uzzle with the back of his arm as he retrieved them. The pizzas felt thankfully still-hot against his large furred hands as he pulled out the bag. He was careful not to rip it with his substantial claws. The weight of five pizza’s felt like nothing to him now, his hand almost large enough to span the entire bottom of the bag.He turned to look at. She motioned for me to get into her car. I did. She droveto my house, once in front I started to put my skirt on. She stopped me. "Getout of the car." "I'm not dressed." She reached over and pushed me out, I wasto scared to fight. Once out of her car I stood there, she had stopped under astreet light, and put my skirt on. I walked into the house. On the kitchen counter was a yellow manila envelope. Joan, read me, itsaid in large red letters. I opened it and gasped. It contained a. I take a deep breath of it while I'm weighing his bag in my hands. He shoves my head in his crotch and has me lick the soft spot between his thighs and genitals, on both sides. His skin is thick, but there his flesh is thin. I feel the taste of manhood on my tongue. A droplet of precum is already forming at the tip of the head, and he grunts with his deep voice:— That's it, play with my balls, untangle my fuzz with your fingers. Aaahh! I'm gonna make myself comfortable...He removes his tie,. ..” It had taken a while and looking at a lot of pictures from the mature section but I eventually found one. On the screen was a picture of mum and Mrs. Noakes, well their heads superimposed on two ladies that were sat on a sofa with the leg of one lady draped over the other and both with a large dildo each being shoved up their cunts by the other woman? Their bodies were roughly the same size as those of Mrs. Noakes and Mum. “Photoshop is a great program mum.” Mum kept on looking at the.