Like an addiction, I craved that feeling again. The tingle I got as his thick jizz slid down my throat.“How could I be such a cock slut after only o...e time?” I wondered to myself after I called him and asked to see him again. He either knew or hoped I’d want more, because he knew enough to give me his phone number before he left the parking lot on that foggy, Saturday morning. Neither one of us lived only, but luckily he was free and by myself at that moment. I rushed over as fast as I could.. .. i mean...” Carol tried to protest, stopping when she felt his hand moving against her again, two fingers curling around and sliding inside of her copiously dripping cunt, embarrassing her with its obvious sign of arousal.“Yes, you can, and you will. Besides, I can tell how much this is getting you off. You will learn to embrace your wanton needs, just like your daughter, I promise you.”With that, Max let her go, nodding at her discarded basket. “Best get your chore done and changed before. I just want to have a little fun and spend time with you, and our families. We have your truck, and my elephant, and lots of room to take what we need or want with us. I'd like to see a few things, and spend some time under the stars with you. I would love, sometime, to lay out in the open, stark naked, and have you, the same way, and making love to me, where anybody could walk up and watch us. The thrill would be out of this world. Unless they were mean, I would even let them try me out, if. In fact one could say that her dog raped her, but she enjoyed it so much that she continued to screw her dog while her husband wasn't home. Her stories got me so hot, but I never told her that. I began to masturbate imagining that my favorite dildo was a big thick doggie cock. For a year I carried my secret fantasy around, unable to tell anyone for fear of what others would say. It wasn't until I met my current boyfriend that I even thought my fantasy could become a reality. I should probably.