Sperm from one of the Danes was already inside my womb. Following in the rear was Arek.As soon as the dogs saw, or I should say smelled me, they start...ed to strain at their leashes. One of the Danes, and I rightly expected the one who had already mated with me, actually barked and was quieted by a fingure snap from Arek.One by one the dogs were introduced to me and the audience by name, with me being the lucky ‘winner’ of a hard tongue lick to both my nether openings. It was a good job the dogs. ” She stirred in another sugar, “Better not.”“Thank you.”“I don’t want to have to call in Hostage Rescue.”“You won’t.”By 2 that afternoon, Kim Rhee and I were official residents of the Kelton at Clearfork. We had scored a two-bedroom furnished apartment around the corner from Bob Randolph.I unpacked, leaving a few feminine items - lacy undies - on my bed. I staged Kim’s bedroom to look typically young teenager messy. We went shopping for toys, books, electronic games, more props. Groceries and. " I took a drag on the joint, got up and sat down next to Joan on the couch.Joan's eyebrows rose, "just what do you have in mind?" Well" I drawled, "Michel and me were talking while you girls were on the kitchen and we decided that it would be great fun to play swichies; I had always had a yen for you and it turns Michael had a yen for Lizbeth."Joan shot a glance to her friend, who was smiling gaily. "What do you say, Lizbeth, are you attracted to Michael?" It was hard to tell if she was. “Uh huh, right up my married pussy.” “Your husband won’t mind?” “My husband won’t know. He’s still in the bar, now fuck me.” With a gasp, she had him and gravity did the rest. Tiny repetitive squeaks from the car seat punctuated the determined grinding movements of her hips. “Suck on them,” came her whispered order, direct and sudden. Thick and hard enough to knock the wind out of her, she clutched car seat tight enough to whiten her knuckles. “Fuck you are a big boy.” Grinding against him.