"Oh OK then, but how would I know where to find a safe taxi company?" Look in the phone book," replied Sally.Sandie sighed resignedly. 'God! These gir...s were cagey!' She thought.While Leslie and Jemima changed back to their ordinary outfits, Sandiephoned her parents."Yes, it's a club dad, number one eighty-five on Fourth Street. This isthe telephone number and I'll call you every hour or you call thisnumber if you don't get a call from me."Sandie waited impatiently while she heard her dad. The big dog tensed as if for a seizure. Hunching, grunting and slobbering on her back, wrapping his gauze-wrapped claws around her sides tight enough to poke through her skin, the Dane grunted and began to ejaculate his hot juice into Sasha's tight throat. She gagged, which only served to force the rutting Dane's prick deeper into her slimy, sopping wet oral maw. Her nose was buried in the dog's smelly sheath, and his loaded balls whacked her chin. She pulled her throat back off the. Cindy was a pro, she didn’t gag or spill a drop! She kissed the head of my cock before tucking it back in and zipping me back up.“Hey you two! Three exits to go!” Said Beth.Cindy climbed back into the front seat, fifteen minutes later we were pulling into Stacy’s driveway behind Tricia and Chad.Stacy was in the doorway waving, she came outside as we piled out.“Mom. s*s, Mark! You made it! Let me show you to your rooms.” Stacy said.“Tricia and Chad will be staying in Tricia’s bedroom. I’ve moved. ”“When we are done, unless you want a second helping.” Then, I think for the first time, she noticed my erect member which was jutting out of my breeches like a tent peg or something, jumping and bobbling about, its head dark and reddish and its stalk white and blue-veined. “My lord,” she said, drawing away.I pushed her to her back, spread her legs with my knee, gathered her skirts at her waist, lifted her legs on my forearms and brought my prod to her nether lips, stroking and probing until I.