It’s tip was oozing precum onto her upturned wrist. Mesmerized by his tool, she began to gently stroke the living dildo. Janet couldn’t believe th...at she was doing this. It seemed like just a few nights ago that her husband had told her of his fantasy. After reading so many stories about women and their dogs, he had wanted to see it happen. And now, here she was, stroking the cock of a dog that had just given her the most intense climax ever, thinking about all the things she could do with his. My pussy is crying out to be touched and I delight in depriving it. Teasing myself, I begin to play with my tits, taking a nipple in one hand between my fore finger and thumb and I squeeze it as I massage the other in the palm of my hand.The nipple between my fingers responds to the pressure, aching delightfully. I squeeze harder, twisting a little, causing a sharper pain. My brain tells me to stop, but my body can take more and so I continue to push myself. I pinch and twist then release and. The really scary thing, she mused as the numbers floated by, was that she could probably fall in love with him. Lani knew she tended to overanalyze things and was trying very hard not to do that with Dom, in fact, she found herself doing the opposite. It was just so good to be with him. He seemed to like talking to her, although she had noticed that he kept most personal details to himself. That was all right, though. Lani sometimes found herself saying things and having second thoughts, and. " As they passed the hall mirror, Ben pulled free from his mom's tiny grasp. He placed on hand on his mom's breast and ran the other through his mom's long hair. Removing a pin, the hair dropped down from its bun to pass his shoulders. "Stop that." Mrs. Sawyer whispered as she grabbed her own arm again and dragged her again toward the back door. Once in the yard, Ben sat on his swing. "I want you to tell your father that you're not me right now!" I don't think so." Ben smiled as he swung back.