Samson cocked his head and stood just below the steps. The woman seemed friendly and she didn't have a stick in her hand... and her cunt was sending o...ut those compelling signals. She stepped back, holding the door open. The mastiff made up his mind. He bounded up the steps and into the hallway. Molly patted him on the head."Nice doggy," she said.She knelt down, rubbing his big head and neck. The dog licked at her stiff nipple, his tongue long and wet, causing Molly to shiver."Oh, yes... what a. As soon as we were inside my front door we stripped each other naked then I lifted her up with my hands under her bum cheeks, sat her on a small table near the front door, and plunged into her. I was aroused by everything that had happened during the evening: our discussions about sex, her beauty, the dinner gazing across the moonlit harbour, her nudity, her impatience to be fucked. Consequently I was not surprised, although I was disappointed, when I knew that I was about to cum almost as soon. As Hester watched, helpless, a young lad who hung bravely on to the tiller fell prey to a wave that caught him unaware. It loomed behind him, like a crouching cat ready to pounce, sinister and dark. It struck, swallowing the lad whole, and then vanished with him its jaws. The tiller, now out of control, heaved the ship yet harder from side to side, and Hester lost his footing. ‘She’s comin’ apart!’ came a cry, ‘Abandon ship!’ A bell was tolling in dull, endless peals as Hester fought to stay. What did you do this time?" I asked.Morgana just laughed and refused to answer. The woman seemed to notice that the children were safely buckled in and indicated that she needed to head for home herself. As she stepped back I accelerated away, heading to the home I had shared with Jenny.The house was dark when we arrived, and the children dashed through looking for signs that their mother had been home. I noticed that the mail had not been collected, and the bed not slept in, and worried a bit.