.. Then she drops her head to her forearm as the dog goes crazy on her – pounding at high speed into her tired old cunt.We can’t see her face, but...we can still hear her voice, loud and clear... “Oh – my – fucking – Christ!” She gasps – her words split by the shaking action of the dog’s thrusts.“Looks like we’re in for a bumpy ride!” Jokes Dennis as his dog continues to shuffle around behind the bitch even as he fucks her.She gasps and swears at the high-speed pounding – her body jiggling and. As we approached the door, I felt tense and slightly nervous. I was anxious about facing Steve, knowing now that he was fucking Effie. As for her, she seemed to have an air of restrained eagerness. We opened the door and went in. "Hi, Steve," I called out. "Andy, how are you doing?" came the cheerful reply. He was relaxing in a leather armchair in front of the t.v., a can of beer in his hand. "I'm fine," I said, but I was thinking: this man fucks my girlfriend, who just happens to be his. Mom was sitting on the couch sipping her cold duck,and smiling.. The song ended, and a fast one came on. " I can't dance to that " I said turning loose of Gracie. Mom laughed ,and stood up. She started shaking it real good. Gracie joined in. and they were putting on a show. They were making all kinds of moves. I don't know what you would call it, but they were getting down to the beat of the music. I sat there enjoying the way they were dancing. The song ended, and Mom and Gracie hit. "Norman and I have a plan." "A plan? What do you mean?" I said in between chugs. " I mean to keep you from Bob." I felt a bit of relief. "Oh thank god! What are you guys going to do?" She lighty smirked. "You'll see." I briefly wondered what she meant but then out came food and Norman started a bonfire. i instantly forgot what I was thinking and went to stuff my face. The night went on, at least two hours had gone by but Norman didn't tell me about this plan. In fact he.