I forgot all about working with the flower bed, which is why I came to the church after school. That heat. That warm itch, blossomed in me. Right then..., tight there, behind the church, I shoved my hand down my jeans and into my panties. I brushed through my silken pubic hair and found the lips of my vagina.No, my pussy, like the boys called it. A filthy, wonderful name for the hot, hungry hole between my thighs. I massaged my lips, shuddering and quivering, my long, blonde hair flowing about my. I hardly recognized him. He had a halo around his neck and one side of his chest was shaved. I got down and looked into this dog's eyes. "Caesar? Is that you?"The dog wagged his tail and I scratched behind his ear. I then ran my hands down his body and found the bump that he has. This was my dog for sure. He wagged his tail and went over to Ashlee and she got down giving him some attention as well. I stood up and asked the lady who brought him in, "What the hell happened to him? Why is he all. Then he mounted me, his cock forced my hole open, the pain made me wince and moan but the sensation has he thrust hard and deep in to my cunt was ecstasy, I was soon begging him to fuck me harder . I was totally his, DaddyDo’s Bareback Bitch. He came deep inside, his seeds flooded into me as I pushed hard against him, squeezing my cunt lips around his hard cock wanting to suck every last drop of cum from his balls as he slipped out of my wet hole and started to finger fuck me, pressing hard. “Are you busy?” she asked.“Now? Sure,” I said.“Come in my house,” she whispered. “Where your car is?”“No car,” I replied. “I walked here.”“Come in,” she said, and I found myself having to suppress the urge to correct her English, like “Where is your car,” and “Get in, not come in.”She drove like a maniac, still struggling with the idea that you sit on the right-hand side in a British car and drove on the left side of the road. Or maybe she drove like a maniac wherever she was.In two minutes we.