Is that right? Yes, I answered weakly. Do you like it? Does it feel good when he fucks you? Tell me, Anna. I love it when your dog fucks me. It feels ...o good. Talking like this in this position with Hank watching turned me on even more. God, girl, you look so good like that. Hank reached his hands underneath me and rubbed my tits hanging there. I felt the firmness of his hard cock pressing against my shoulder. His fingers traced over my mounds and landed on my erect nipples. He pinched and. I always closed my business on Monday’s to give me a well-earned break. In fact, on Monday’s everyone in the village closed shop.At ten that morning, I was therefore surprized, when I heard a knock on my front door.“Hi, John,” I said as I opened the door.After he entered, John walked around and had a good look at my premises.“Peter keeps singing your praises… always telling me how kind you are to him,” John concluded.“I like him, he's is a nice kid,” I answered.With an exaggerated stern look on. I cringed a little, as it sounded pretty harsh. But so fucking what? She needs to feel some pain, too.“What? W-why? Why, Matt!” Julie sputtered loudly, her face a mask of shock.“Shh, come on, keep it down. They’re just down there,” I pleaded, gesturing toward the end of the pier.“I don’t give a shit. Is this because of John? Or Lara?”“No, Julie, it’s because of me. I don’t think I can handle doing the long distance—”“It’s different now, Matt! I was stupid last year. I wouldn’t do that to you. I stood up and moved closer to the bed and kept my hands moving up and down my own cock. Jennifer finally reached out to me and I moved right next to the bed, without actually getting on it. She reached for me and started to work on my cock with her mouth and use her hands on Dan. She pulled me into the bed with them and started to kiss me jamming her tongue into my mouth so I could taste both me and Dan. Somehow we became intertwined and I couldn’t tell who was doing what. The next thing I.