Rosco started to charge at Betty, but he had not taken a full step before Bruno sounded off again. Rosco skidded to a halt and resumed approaching Bet...y, but at a much more sedate pace. He got close enough to Betty to sniff her pussy and to lick it the way Bruno had done, and there was silence from the big dog.Rosco gathered himself to leap onto Betty's back, but Bruno growled again. Rosco froze and appeared to think things over. This time, he used his forelegs to pull himself into position on. " But to himself he made apromise to find a way to prove differently.The next day he had to wear tight jeans and a clinging sleeveless top.At lunchtime a bunch of the girls took him to the employee locker roomand shoved him into the shower to get drenched. When he came staggeringout, dripping wet, several of them plugged in hair dryers and aimed themat him. Soon he was almost dry but, at the same time, his jeans hadshrunk until they looked like they were painted onto his skinny legs. Agirl. A sight Alberto awkwardly tried not to stare at.“Careful, you might squirt again,” Isabella leaned in and whispered to her brother.“Ehm… I… wasn’t.” Alberto looked away feeling a tad embarrassed.“Hehe.”After she had dried her hair as best as she could, Adriana stood up with her dress in hand. Glancing over at the two siblings, she saw Isabella giggling whilst Alberto looked a bit reddish in the face. As she stepped inside and slid her dress up her curvaceous body, she guessed that Isabella had. I proceeded to re-enter her ass and began pounding her hard, my cock going so deep my balls brushed her pussy lips. We continued our grunting and moaning with me ramming her ass for at least an hour (the clock was at an odd angle) before she again pulled off me. How do you want to finish? she asked. Get on the floor. Tiffany got on the floor, lying face-down, and I straddled her hips. Again, I slid my cock into her ass until it felt like I might pop out of her mouth. Several more minutes.