"What do you want?"I shrugged. "For you to turn down your music before we all die of headaches."Trina blinked at me suspiciously. "That's it?"I shrugg...d. "Why else did I come in here?" No, I mean—" Trina said hastily. "About... About Juan." What about him?" I asked, confused. So she's got a crush on a boy named Juan. So what?"What do you want," Trina said impatiently. "What do I have to give you so that you won't tell Mom and Dad about Juan."... What?"Trina..." I said. "I'm not..." Wow. Is that. ”“Clever,” she smiled. “Hey, know what we forgot?”“No, what?”“The mail, there’s bound to be tons of it.”There was too, but most of it went straight in the bin.“There’s one for me!” she yelled excitedly. “I’ve got a letter.”It was her sheer excitement at such a mundane thing that made me realise she’d probably never even had a letter before.“Look, Michael, it’s got my name on it.”“Why don’t you open it, mum?”She did, like a child opening a Christmas present, she read it and then showed it to. I began to wonder if sex with a dog was such a good idea when a canine tongue on my pussy reminded me just how horny I was. I peered down to find the large pet licking the cum that now covered my lower lips. I wondered how he could possibly like the taste of dog cum when I realized something, I was too horny to care. In fact, I was so horny that I did not want to get licked by the large canine, I wanted to get fucked by him! Too horny to realize just how wrong what I so desperately craved. During the rare times he arrested a female the feeling was intensified even if it was some prostitute whom he really didn't really want to touch without gloves on. This time however the feeling was the most piercing he had ever felt. Pressed against Debbie he thought he might cum any minute without touching himself."Please sir," cried Debbie, "you have me cuffed, get off me please, please."Big Al stepped back and took some deep breaths to calm his nerves. He could look down on her and see tears.