Her legs were covered by black self-supporting stockings that ended only an inch below her bum. I spotted a few wrinkles on the exposed, slightly tann...d skin, but my eyes glued themselves to the dripping, dangling inner lips that promised another depraved encounter. She stepped around the table and pulled me backwards. For a moment, I could look up at her face and study the eager, gleeful expression that played over her lips, but then she stepped forward and the world got dark when her thighs. "Are you hungry for something?" she asked. "Do you need something to satisfyyou, dog?" She placed a great deal of emphasis on the word 'something ' implyingthat it was her sweet pussy that was being referenced. I looked at her in utterdesperation and as I was about to say something as she raised her finger placingit over her lips in a motion that meant silence. "Sssshhhhhh! Dogs can't talk,can they? Dogs bark. Dogs whimper. Dogs can even yelp. But, dogs can't speak. And, looking at you, hmmmm…. We hear my mom telling me to cool it down some. We just laughed and continued fucking. By this time, Brian is ready to get off and I tell him no..not yet. I love to feel his rock hard dick inside my pussy. He asked me if his cock was smaller than my daddys. I told him no, that actually, daddy's dick is just a bit shorter and just a bit smaller in girth. That made Brian feel good and he rammed that big dick hard in my pussy. Once he came, we got cleaned up and went upstairs. Mom decided. Of note where the twin sparrows on her collar bone, the crows on her neck, the black cat on the back of her hand, the sugar skull on her thigh, and the compass on her shoulder. Also worth mentioning was the word ‘VOLATILE’ tattooed on her knuckles. Most people (including me) thought it meant she had a quick temper. I was pleasantly surprised to learn it was actually because Vicky knew her orgasms were on a hair trigger and she embraced it. The morning after our first night together, I fully.