One dog offers, “Man, I really blew it. I chewed up the brand new couch and my owners said it was the last straw, so they brought me here to be put ...own. What about you guys?”The next dog says, “I bit the mailman for the last time. My owners said they couldn’t risk it anymore, so they brought me here to be put down.”“Bummer,” says the first dog.“yeah, I know,” replies the second.They both look at the third dog, “what about you, what’s your story?”“Well, my master’s wife likes to do housework in. First on the bill, filling, while the room does the same. There was no money in it, usually just enough for petrol, but I was developing a bit of stagecraft.However! I would hang around the bar after a gig and there were always some ladies who wanted to talk to one of the acts; especially one who had all his own teeth. I wasn't actually to bad looking. Granted my self confidence had dipped when Diane left me, but I wasn't to bad looking for my age. Maybe not at my fighting weight but trim. He had rolled into a tall oak tree, he lay unconscious as his son in the truck, though blood poured from his left and his right hand looked horribly twisted. Wendy said to herself "good..." she frowned but walked closer to Mr.Patterson, wanting to see if he were dead or simply hurt.As she neared him, one of his eyes opened slowly and he tried to turn his body but let out a weak moan of pain "ooh..oooh....p...please wendy...help me..." Mr.Patterson pleadedWendy looked at him and then the rock in. It parted her wet labia and I pushed into her cunt. Her pussy felt amazing. I next grabbed her long dirty blonde hair, yanked her head back and smacked her ass good, all of which seemed to arouse her even more.“Fuck me!” she screamed.Then the squishing began, because that was the constant sound her ever so soaked and sopping wet pussy made as I plunged in and out of her tight peach. She had a tight grip on the bed sheets with each of her hands and within a few minutes she had completely pulled.