He had been dreaming about chasing rabbits, and was twitching slightly. But now his dream changed and he began to twitch a bit more, his black nostril... flaring, as the sweet, juicy scent of hot pussy overwhelmed his bestial senses. No rabbit was ever as tasty as pussy.Claire glanced at the dog. He presented a slight problem whenever she visited the farm. She couldn't take him with her because the sheepdogs resented having urban guests. Claire had put him in a boarding kennel the last time she. John cupped her breast with his hand, squeezed it firmly but not painfully and then moved that hand lower down her abdomen. With a single finger extended again, he circled twice around her navel and continued down to the top of her pubes. He traced the perimeter, just brushing against her hair sporadically, across the top, then down one leg, back up again, across the top and down the other leg.By now, Ashley was beginning to moan, just loud enough for the others to hear her. In her mind, she. She began walking past the rows of glaring girls, her tight, short dress slipping up a bit around her ass cheeks as she stepped lightly past the rows of couches. Rachel saw, as she passed their davenport, that the ignorant girl was not even wearing underwear. This made her a tad wet, and a bit of juice from her hot pussy slid down her legs onto the couch. Laura came to the front and stood to attention in front of Ashley, whose tits were growing visibly hard beneath her skimpy white. "First, I want you to forgive me. I don't deserve it, but that's what really makes it forgiveness. I was just gullible and infatuated and flattered and fueled by adrenalin. I never should have taken up with him. Second, I want you to forgive yourself. You did nothing wrong, before or after that awful night, and I don't want you feeling regrets you never earned. Dev was never better than you in any way. Not in bed; not in life. You treated me like I really was your angel. And, you know, I never.