“Bisexual,” T-Bone said, nodding. “How do you know?” “I can just tell these things about people,” he replied. His decisiveness about peo...ple and his ambiguity when answering questions amused and puzzled me at the same time, but I decided then that I liked T-Bone and I could see us having a friendship. I thanked T-Bone and told him that that was just what I needed. And, like T-Bone said, I did get better with practice. T-Bone left town not long after the drunken night I spent with him, but. Finally, my fingers were at the base of his dick and I could feel his pubic hair. However, in order to touch his cock, I would have to lift my hand and I knew that would be an overt act on my part and I was afraid to do it. When my son realized I was going no further, he took his hand from my breast and moved to his dick. He pressed his dick down, which made his penis head touch my fingers. He just held it there. It was so hot. I was so aroused. I didn't know what to do. My head was spinning;. “What do you have for computer-controlled access?”Rodderick pointed to Angus. “Him,” he said with a smile.“Do we want to surveil the Amelia chick any?” Simone asked.“She might be the one that drops reports and information to her handlers.” Rodderick pointed out.“I doubt it...” Simone replied. “From what I’ve seen, Hanna would be the one that does the information drops. Amelia is ‘the help’ in the relationship. No, let’s stick to their trips for groceries and to the mall on Saturdays and see. More spunk shooting into me. More orgasms. I was a receptacle for spunk. My pussy. My ass. My mouth. All wanted to be filled with cock.That is just what I got.When the human and dog mix had finished seven dogs were brought in and one after another buried their bone into me. Some went into my puss and others in my ass. I didn’t care where, just as there was a cock thrusting away inside me, spurting cum, knotting me.Even the pain as each dog banged furiously away was dulled by whatever was in the.