His mother crying and Belle sitting in front of her holding her hands. “You okay?” he asked idiotically.“Yes,” His mom sniffled and chuckled. ...��I just miss Belle.”“I told her she can come to the apartment anytime,” said Belle. He didn’t know how to respond to that, and Belle made it clear she didn’t want any response.“We should head back,” he said.“You sure?” His mom asked. “I could make something.”“We ate on the way,” he told her. He had a feeling Belle already had.“You just got here.”“Eddie. As she pulled away from a kiss, I asked to go down on her, to make her tighter for me. She obliged by permitting me to slide underneath her. Now she was riding my face. The forefinger and middle finger on my right hand slithered into her tunnel as I devoured her pussy. ‘Tell me when you’re ready,’ I gasped when catching my breath. ‘I want you to cum all over my face.’ I resumed eating her out. Her undulating and moaning progressively accelerated hinting she was about ready. ‘I’m going to cum. From there, he walked into town and bought two bags of mortar, carrying them back to the tunnel using a sturdy shoulder pole like the women had used for carrying jugs of water in the underground mining town we captured. He had put each bag into a large, woven basket, one basket tied to each end of the pole. He spent six months using mortar, rocks, and adobe clay to make each of the tunnel entrances smaller and harder to notice.Leoncio never returned to the southwest town again and always bought. Helen got down on her hands and knees and the dog was persuaded to mount her. Then Harold knelt in front of her and stuck his cock in her mouth. The Great Dane threw a lovely fuck into her cunt and, in due course, she drank Harold's hot jism.In the days to come, Harold was to become suspicious of Helen's motives and inclinations. Sometimes he got the impression that she liked the dogs more than she liked him. But as long as he got a blowjob out of it, he wasn't complaining.Helen visited the pet.