Right then, though, Sharon didn't give a damn about who might he fucking Jan, or if the kid died a Vestal Virgin, for she wanted the dog's cock in her...cunt, and it was only inches away... but not yet in. Only then did Sharon realise that men, fucking dog- fashion, always had to reach down and guide their cocks into her body. But the dog, of course, couldn't do that.So she reached back beneath her belly, found the dog's hard and horny cock, and pulled it forward to her pussy. It took her some. He kissed up her neck and slowly planted a gentle kiss on her lips, she kissed back softly and he made eye contact. He could see she was still hungry for more but he knew she couldn’t last much longer. He laid back and brought her up to meet him. She was wobbly but she still managed to mount him and he began teasing her with his head. Every brush his head made with her clit he could feel it quiver, and the cum dripping down from her pussy was warm and heavenly, he stroked his cock for a little. ”Andre had the timing perfect. He arrived with a bottle of champagne and four glasses at exactly the right moment.“A toast, ladies, to Cheri, may she never work for tips again.”Crystal clinked and the toast was consummated.“Wow,” Cheri said. “Thanks, Mr. Olsen.”“It’s Jim, Cheri. Call me Jim,” Jim said.“Thanks, Jim. When do we leave?”“Tomorrow afternoon. In the morning you’ll be going shopping so that you have appropriate clothing for the trip. We’re leaving on the 3:00 p.m. flight.”Susan looked. She has the tight jeans on but the shirt is different. She has switched the black shirt for a black tank top with a low neckline that barely contains her breasts.“I figured I’d drop in and say hi,” she says. “Am I coming at a bad time?”In Adam’s mind, there couldn’t be a bad time with a woman that looks the way she does. “Not at all,” he says, putting the book down.“Awesome,” she says. “I love this old cabin. I used to play in it when the hands where gone in the winter. I used to imagine what.