“Looks like your dryer is a goner” I said. She bent down and picked up the kettle flashing a bit of very ample cleavageShe looked pretty fed up an... told me she was half way through drying her netball kit as she had a match on later. She looked at me, with her big green eyes, clearly hoping for some glimmer of hope and suggestion of a solution. I told her as it was still early I’d have a quick look but made no promises. “Oh thanks” she said. “Can I leave you to it as I have tons to do? Just come. .. oh shit, Granny Albert had been right after all! Once the supernatural wild bastard claimed them, he claimed them forever... !Oh... oh, dear God! Jean maddeningly reasoned. What would it taste like... her magnificent animal-lover's cum? Less than human? She wasn't much of a judge, having tasted hot sperm only once--and then it had been her own husband's! Would it be gamey? Sweet, perhaps? Even tangy... and as hot and pungent as Mark's? Ooohhh... it didn't matter! She wanted it... wanted it. All three pondered about Richard's unhappiness but came up with no new ideas. Bill left them at opening time. He did not know when he would next be visiting or whether he would be bringing Sue with him but he felt sure it would not be long.They were into the flat season leading up to Christmas. Trade remained steady but overall they were running at a loss as the overheads increased. The shorter days meant more lighting. The cooler weather meant central heating plus logs for one of their main. His hand pushed my skirt up and went right up against my thong. I was mortified, I knew he was feeling how wet I was. He said something else, I think it was Nice and wet cunt&hellip, or maybe it was just nice wet cunt but it made me shiver inside, no one ever used language like that around me. Then he just pushed my thong to one side, he didnt even take it off. He pushed it over, and I felt his cock slide up inside of me. He hissed something about it being tight. Then he started pumping away..