Her hands came up to claw his thighs, her nails touching against his glass scrotal sphere making a hollow tapping sound.The bugs weren't satisfied; sh...e was still struggling too much. The skull cap was needed.Back in her half demolished bathroom Daisy bit her lip the tears starting. Her back sensed the hairy rib cage of Butch, his paws firmly resting on either shoulder. Like the sheriff she too was feeling a total slut, her arse pressing against the dogs hind legs the animals long pink rod. He would secretly mourn the passing of his rough and tumble sister.~~~It was about two hours later when there came a gentle knocking on his door, it was Gwen asking permission to come in. He told her to enter and he thanked the stars that she was dressed in her every day after school clothing and had removed her makeup and looked like the sister he had grown up with."So what's the idea if barging into my room without knocking?" Gwen demanded."I heard noises that sounded like you were in. Now she needed cock. With a few expert movements on her part her, suddenly exposed, pussy found its mark and sank down on to her preteen sons dick. He looked down at her with his mouth in the big O of surprise, although it looked like he was doing push-ups his mother was doing all the work. She thrust her hungry thighs upward at her son causing him to rise and fall. Even though she was on the bottom she was fucking up at her son like a wild animal. He lay on his mother as her cunt engulfed his. "It hurts!" She tried desperately to pull her hands away but the girls were holding on too tight. Worse, the more Jennifer spanked, the more it was arousing her. She hoped Paul wouldn't notice, she would die of embarrassment.Finally Paul said, "Betty, are you ready to behave?"Jennifer stopped the spanking long enough to give her a chance to answer."Yes, sir. Please stop."Jennifer smacked her again, hard and whispered in her ear, "Call him Master." OW!!! OW, OW, OW! Yes, Master. I'll.