I couldn’t help but pet him and his dick came out some more and then I petted his chest and the smooth skin at his back legs and that dick just came...out more and more, dripping wet. I touched it with my hand and he licked my face, a doggy grin of thanks and I felt his dick some more. It was hot and slippery and he began humping my hand…wanking a dog I thought to myself…what is this all about?He sure liked wanking and I worked at him, humping my hand, licking my face. Then I stood up and went. I felt her body judder again as I felt John's own dick twitch and pulsate as it emptied his ballsack into her arsehole, I could feel is judders as he emptied himself with each jolt and judder, and as he thrust his final load out of himself I felt myself go and explode. John landed ontop of Carol exhausted and worn out like a corpse, dead to the world. my orgasm was furicious and I felt hat must have been every fibre of my body empty into Carol Vorderman as it emptied itself, I felt my soul. Greg looked down. It was a great sight. Her swollen, shaven outer lips spread around his cock, revealing the pink inner lips sucking at his cock, her clit standing proud at the top. He couldn’t resist, and slid his right hand down the inside of her thigh to her cunt. He gave a rub on the lips briefly, then slid his fingers to her clit, giving it a hard rub.That was all it took. Angelina tensed up, then shuddered as she orgasmed. She squealed in pleasure, her pussy massaging his cock. He stopped. After a time, I finished the not-latte, and the not-story finished me. After a few seconds of internal debate, I saved the pathetic fragment that I had written to a floppy. I adjusted the screen back to normal and started to log-off. I stopped however when I realized that I had forgotten to make one last check of my e-mail. There was nothing, of course, but I would not get another chance to check it until the next afternoon.I logged off.The mom was looking at me and smiling. I was really.