But left by himself he's known to wreck the house. Boris' owner is Mr. de Wit, who is my mom's boss and who let's me call him Dave. He and his wife sp...it up a few months back. It was a bad divorce and apparently his wife got the k**s and he got the dog. And that's a bit of a problem, cause Dave works a lot and the dog can't be by himself. So that's where my mom stepped in.My mommy dearest offered for me to look after Boris as a summer job. She thought it would be good for me. That it would. Must have been when you pulled my hands to your breasts.”“Well, maybe a little fun.”“Yep. It was when you turned me over on my back and mounted me that you got your real fun.” George was remembering nearly eight months back. They hadn’t done that for most of her pregnancy.Well, right now, all they had was dirty talk and fond memories. “Not really. I enjoyed the times that you were on top of me, too. Wanna burp?”George draped a spit cloth over his shoulder and took Kimberly while Sylvia washed. She moaned, "Just not in my pussy, OK? I'm not on the pill." I couldn't believe it. How could I leave that perfect little pussy at a time like this. Then again it wasn't like I was thinking about starting a family with Kate either. So I asked her, "Anywhere else is fine?" She was still in the throws of her orgasm when she moaned, "Yah, anywhere except my pussy."We had been gone for over half an hour, so I shouldn't have been surprised that a search party had been sent out to find us. But. He tasted divine and even she was surprised at how much she was enjoying this, her pace growing quicker and quicker as her eager mouth devoured him. In one swift move he had her off of her knees and up in his arms, her thighs wrapped securely around his hips. With one of his strong arms wrapped around her cupping her ass he buried his other hand in her hair to cradle the back of her head as he ravished her mouth with his, expertly slipping his hot tongue in and out of her mouth. He carried her.