It’s on the left ahead. I think the sign says Marty’s or something like that.” I left her to find it herself while I searched in my small black ...napsack for the very large thermos.When she stopped the car, I asked, “Are you hungry?”“No, but I would like a bottle of water,” she said.“Then you better come in to flash you magic credit card,” I suggested.“Hey there Maurice would you fill this thing with your oldest coffee,” I said. Then I added. “This chic would like a bottle of designer. I was going to call you later today to tell you about the second shipment."Tate grinned. "Yeah, that should be enough. And it's sure a relief. We have to move quickly. If he goes public with this supposed cover-up about my deputy murdering someone on duty with me hiding it, I can kiss my reelection in the ass. You know damn well that whoever gets the first licks in usually wins with something like this. Once the DA announces it, all I can do is defend. The damage will be done. The public will. The swollen slab of his hot cockmeat looked inviting.What did a dog's prick taste like?No, she thought. No, that would be going too far! Jerking a dog off was just harmless pleasure, but actually taking his prick into her mouth would be really an act of depravity. How could she ever face her husband again, after she'd had a mouthful of dog prick? How could she ever let Jake kiss her? How could she even look at herself in the mirror, knowing her mouth had been on a canine cock?Yet she was. ”“Using the old saying, it’s the journey, not the destination, that should be enjoyed,” he grinned.”“Dan’s lips sucked on my nipple and I caressed my tit as if to breastfeed him again, and lightly held his head to me. “I like you holding your tit for me like this,” he smiled.”“Same here, do my other one, please.” He kissed his way to my right tit, making my nipple hard again. I pulled him up, kissing him hard then urged his head down. “Kiss me all over,” I asked softly.”“He moved from my tit.