Even though her breasts were tiny, there was something about her that made me want her again,and soon. Angelia laid down on her belly looking at me ...��that was fun”she said “but I still owe you a blowjob”. I could tell she had that on her mind as she started creeping towards me with her eyes locked on my cock. She climbed up, giving me a deep kiss then kissed her way down holding my balls in her hand. “Girl,'' I said “I have been waiting all night for this” then took a deep breath moving her. She wiggled some more and my dick jumped, a reflex as old as man himself.She bucked quickly like a bronco and threw me off of her I was so surprised. Before I knew it she had rolled out of bed and was practically running into the bathroom. Her long, nearly jet black hair was a sharp contrast to her light as butterscotch skin. I heard her splash into the toilet and then the shower turn on. So this won’t be a quickie after all. That was fine with me. I got out of bed and reached into the. “I can do the accent though,” EJ said in a Jamaican accent, that was stronger then his natural one.“You have an accent already.”“No I don't.”“Yes you do. You have more of a Jamaican accent then I have a British accent.”“You hear things.”“When you're mad, your accent is strong. Its like insane.”“That's you when you're mad. You sound exactly like your mother.”“I do not. Don't lie.”“Yeah, when you're mad you sound like your mom. Then when you get to excited. Then, just normal talking, you sound. I prepared myself for what was to happen next. I had been with a dog, obviously, just not this dog. He was maybe twice the size of the Doberman, almost 200 lbs. He climbed up on my ass and back and I strained from the weight. I was hoping he wasn't good at this and would give up and leave. I guess my red swollen lips that were sticking out from my hairy pussy gave him a good target. I felt the end of his cock touch my entrance. Tonight I had been fucked by my husband and the Doberman. Now I was.