Batting it from side to side.. and licking my hood open.. i gasped out loud as he buried his nose in my slit and plunged his tounge inside me "haaaa f...uck" I squirmed on the sofa yelping and gasping as he french kissed my held open cunny.. wiping his face up and down it.. his goatee beard tickerling me as he moaned in pleasure onto me.. i struggled to hold eye contact as he focused on my face and plunged two fat fingers right down to the knuckles inside me and started to disrespectfully finger. All of a sudden, he quickly stood up and put his clothes back on then commented that he had to go pick up his daughter and he left. I wondered if I had said too much to G since he was one of those friends that always wanted to get something on someone then blab it. By then, I had lost interest in the movie and I quit jacking off. As I went to bed that night, my thoughts turned to G's cock...how it looked, what it might taste like, everything about it. I was fast asleep and dreaming a hot wet. When the dog smelled the cunt before him he began licking her twat.Good Fella took the gun from the goon, pressed it to the back of my head and commanded me to. “Jack the mutts cock and get him hard.”I wanted to refuse, but that gun convinced me to do whatever he said. I dropped down next to the dog, reached under him and started moving my fingers over the sheath that his dick is enclosed in. Buster stopped licking pussy long enough to look at me then he went back to my wife’s dripping. About two weeks later Darla took me out to lunch at a diner over on Broad Street. We sat at the counter and I thought maybe things were going to be OK, when Darla said, “I’m not pretty, but I’m smart enough to be good company George. Because I’m plain, I’m still a virgin, but I think if I was married to a man who treated me even a little bit romantically, I’d want to do things in bed with him as much as he wanted. Hardly any men look at me like they want to take me to bed, and I wish a man.