“Momma will be back tomorrow night, Sultan, but Claire is going to take real good care of you.” She continued to stroke him until the tip of his l...rge, pink, dog cock became exposed. “And, maybe teach you some manners!” she added, as she stood up and walked into the kitchen. Sultan happily followed her, his pink dick swaying and his long pink tongue hanging out of his handsome mouth.Claire found the dog-treats and looked down at Sultan. “Sit!” she said. Sultan immediately sat down. Claire. My one hand was now between my legs, rubbing my fully swollen clit.I was not thinking from the stand point that that was my son fucking, it was just a cock that should be in here…as I stabbed as deep into my pussy as I could while rubbing my clit with my thumb.Any pretense of him oscillating his hips were now gone…he was just pounding, hard and long strokes as deep as he could into her.She was back to gulping air, her fingers digging into Mark’s shoulder. He definitely did not care.Just a few. His 6’2 frame would make this fast and easy work. Fawnie would drift through the waters until it reached the swamp in Hematite. She saw Noir Sirene wave goodbye and then Fawnie’s nude body would slowly begin to rise from the murky waters, head first. Her coarse raven hair as well as her curvy athletic physique would be covered in mud, seaweed, and moss as an unknown forced pushed her to the top. The young woman had spent quite some time under the sea visiting the mermaid goddess. There, she. She nodded to the personnel director, Larry, who was waiting by the door, and he left her office, quietly closing the door behind him.Shaking my hand she said: "Hi Mark. I'm Jayne."She had a sultry voice ala Kathleen Turner and continued: "I heard great things about you from Larry and hope we can convince you to join JBG."I took a deep breath - appreciating the faint fragrance of her perfume, and while I felt the urge to kiss her on the spot and blurting out that I didn't need any more.