One down. She led me by the hand into her living room where she bent over the arm of the couch. I fucked her there until she came again. Next was the ...itchen. Here she told me about the night at the pool party, and how when she got home she touched herself thinking about my hard cock pressed against her, that was the first time she had ever came masturbating. Next their den. We fucked on their dinner table and I came hard inside her. We took a break and got some water. The next leg of the tour. She was just in her skin tight jeans and I could catch a few glances of a matching pair of hot pink panties. I was so turned on at this point that I just wanted to tear in to her and relentlessly pound my dick inside of her until neither of us could stand, but I had friends around and we could not get that rowdy. As she hopped up on the counter of the sink her tits bounced playfully. I put my hands on her side and went for the kiss. At first it was really weird because we had different kissing. He bites and sucks at her flesh, his beard raking against the soft lips of her pussy. She has never been taken so roughly before and is feeling really slutty, which is a new edge to sex. Usually her love life revolves around sensual pleasure and sensitivity. This is so different; it’s raw and basic, almost animal like. She lifts her face and looks up to her lover, asking again for him to make it stop, but he mouths 'sorry….. just let him'. If only he knew she was loving every minute of it. Jon. It had not just been the missing pets, it was also the missing wild animals. There was hardly ever a squirrel or a bird in the tree and never a stray cat or dog. Our town has never even had a dog catcher. It was as if all the animals just knew to stay away or where taken away, which after that night I knew was a little of both. My dad was no exception to keeping his beagles inside and he never left them alone outside. I was the one to take them out, but I didn’t mind I liked Abbot and Costello..