"Fuck her, Stephen. Fuck your mommy's pussy. Ohhhh, fuck yesssss ... aaahhhhhhhhh..." Linda slid three fingers into her pussy and gripped hard, squeez...ng her clit, then rubbing, then squeezing. It wasn't long before she came for the second time. After the body waves subsided, she allowed herself to lie back, tingling all over, but still able to watch the best show she had ever seen.Stephen was slowly and rhythmically making love to Carly. His hands on her hips, he withdrew almost to the point. It was really a great feeling if one girl is watching at your cock like that. I was waiting for the next. Her face became red and her eyes were half closed. My 8″ cock became tighter and it was looking huge through my pant.Few minutes later her hand moved and she placed it on my knee and said “Bhaiya…” I did not answer because I knew that what she was trying to do. When I did not answer her then her hand moved a bit upward on my thigh and she again said “Bhaiya”. But I was still quite. And her. A casual observer from the mundane world would have worked their way through several possible explanations as to why it appeared the large grey dog (or average-sized wolf) had uttered those words. Hallucination, ventriloquism, even a radio transmitter in the collar (what collar?) - of course, the true reason was simpler, but not really very mundane.'And?' he chuckled again. 'I love it when a plan comes together.''You actually watched that show? You're more warped than I realised.''Aw, come on.. Her body trembled so much she thought the man would notice."Honey, I'm talking to you," the man said, tapping Matilda on the shoulder. She flinched. "Did you hear me?"Matilda opened her eyes and backed away from the window. She looked up at the man wearing an expensive navy suit, starched white shirt, and red tie. A shiny, gold American flag was pinned to his lapel. She glanced at a much larger man standing next to him. He was not looking at Matilda, though. His eyes were fixed on the street,.