John never said anything about whether he had smelled sex on me or not that day. I figured with the anal sex that I had given him; he could care less....We ordered a pizza and before long, it was bedtime.When I got up the next morning, I found a note from John in the kitchen. In it, he told me that he had an early morning practice. He stated that he got in his morning run by just running to the college in the morning. He also told me that he was looking forward to seeing his bad girl later. “KIM fuck me with that dildo,” I more or less yelled out.“John you need to shut this slut up,” Kim replied harshly.John stopped playing with my tit and he said, “It would be my pleasure.”John pulled his cock from his jogging pants and he said, “Suck it bitch,” as he shook it at me.Now John does not call me a bitch normally; slut I do not mine because I am a slut. I just stood there watching him shake his cock at me as he leaned back against the couch. I did not move or anything I just looked at. It's the penalty for the fun of cleaning the pups and the sooner started, the sooner done. It doesn't take much to finish soaking her coat and quickly applying soap, all three of us soon have her giggling in pleasure as we work it into a rich lather. Cindy earns a moan as she begins work on her tail. Scratching the base while little Bobby works his way down her legs causing her to giggle and laugh as he cleans between each of her toes. He's enjoying himself as his wagging tail says before he. Enjoying the feeling of the cloth and the soap on her skin her mind begins to drift back to earlier...the feel of her dad against her. She’s never had that strong of a reaction to a man before.She slowly starts to move her wash cloth from her chest to her stomach and then lower to her upper thighs. Taking the cloth and setting it aside she reaches down and starts lightly touching herself...enjoying the throbbing and the heat starting to travel up her body. She spreads her lips and starts.