My wife groaned every time the dog thrust his long cock into her and she was thrashing around on the ground. Jan was having a hard time controlling h...r as the dog fucked her. God, what a sight. My wife on her back, her hips raised off the ground, Jan holding her legs up in the air and a large dog, fucking the hell out of her.I heard my wife ask Jan to stop the dog as she couldn’t take any more of his fucking. Jan stopped the dog and pulled him away from my wife who turned her head and. And you and I will have to celebrate later.”Cindy giggled. “I love those celebrations.”“They are rather uplifting,” I answered.We met Nikki and Deena at the burger joint with Ram and Bren close behind us.The reviews do not do the place justice. Burger. Real onion rings. A chocolate malt of optimum viscosity, too thick to slam, just thin enough to suck through a straw without causing yourself an aneurysm. And good conversation.“And you’re not going to tell me ANYTHING, are you?” Deena asked, her. But the presence of the lube, in her hand now, in her overnight bag, if she took it, was a testimony to how seriously Julie was considering taking this step. Doing yet something more for Greg, giving him that last piece of herself. It was such a premeditated thing, to bring the lube with her. Whether she handed it to Greg or not, Julie was changing her boundaries. To please him. To offer him something that he didn’t already have from her. She had changed. Whether to release something buried. Needless to say we couldn’t keep our hands free, so we each started playing again with her breast and moist pussy. After a few minutes, which I think she used this time to regain her strength, she slid down a little and starting licking her friend’s cock, not losing her grip on mine. Within a few minutes she was sucking and stroking his cock, but pulled off telling him to rest a minute. She then started sucking my cock while stroking it, but she knows when I’m close, so she stopped and sat.