"Do you know who the last man who fucked me was, Henderson?"He didn t care but he mumbled something that resembled, "Who?" George Houston, the bastard... He fucked me the afternoon of my husband's funeral, and I've felt so guilty I haven't done it since!"Damn, Henderson thought. Has old George banged every woman in theoffice?He went to work on her tits with real gusto. Twelve years, he thought. Damn, she'll really have it stored up!Jane shuddered helplessly and her knees turned to water. Only his. His fur covering my entire ass and warming it, making it sweat and therefore lubricating my asshole. Who knew Abe was a fuck-machine? I couldn't beleive this was happening, me getting fucked by this giant Saint Brenard. I jolted back and forth with every hump. Feeling his furry balls bump up against my ass. Within a good couple minutes of fucking, I felt my dick start rising. I looked down and couldn't believe it. I had the biggest boner I've ever had. Abe countinued his breeding of me with. At first, I merely spanked the clever but devious maid’s spectacularly lean and muscular bottom with my heavy hand, yet she persisted in her tales of untold wealth and fortune and I sensed that whilst the story might still be only a figment of her vivid imagination, there was no doubt that Mistress Annette believed it with every pore of her proud and luscious body.I must shamefully confess that I used her glorious flesh for my consummate delight repeatedly that night of the fortune’s telling. I wasjust me. I did play with my sisters toys, but we didn't have that many.That doesn't make me a sissy. I was just me. When I was 11, it happened.I just came home from school where I felt a huge pain in my back. I feelto the ground. My friend came and started shouting. He said that it lookslike someone has shot me. I thought who would shoot me? I was just elevenyears old and I never bothered anyone. My friend tried consoling me. Ithought it would be better if he rang to get an ambulance..