His hips slapped into mine, and I could hear the pace increase as he punished my pussy faster andfaster.I came, and then came again harder, over that ...rgasm, the twin sensations racing through me almost competitively.I went limp in his arms, but he just continued fucking endless miles of massive meat into me, his strong arms supporting me fully, my tits swaying as though my bra weren't even there.As I was ripping through my fifth orgasm, suddenly he spun me, dousing nerve endings in anew. ”You DO seem to be a nice girl ... Where does this fantasy of yours come from?She smiles again. “I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want to do it. Ever since I was a little girl, if I saw a dog in the street or on tv, I got tingles ‘down there’. I never got excited by pop stars or actors or footballers, I didn’t really like the boys at school much. I had a few boyfriends and I have fun with them, but I always end up thinking about dogs before I ‘finish’.”You’ve obviously thought about it a. Being the kind person that I am, I made sure that each of the three women were suitably rewarded for allowing me to also sink my cock into their warm velvet sleeves on a lovely Saturday. They had seemed to like the idea too.Although it got to be the middle of the afternoon, I felt like I'd had a whole night of energetic lovemaking. I still had a few hours to go before bedtime, but we had our daughter to pickup before dinner and I had to be social with my folks for a little too. Thus, about. We'll shove the dishes off on Dad."So they cooked together, her mother actually taking the helper role when the jobs divided that way. The good feelings lasted through dinner, which was dominated by her mother's blow-by-blow account of getting the clients to see the advantages of the house she had been showing.Allison Bryant broke out the mint chocolate chip ice cream she had bought to celebrate. Next year, they'd be celebrating her sales and Wayne's raise with wine again. But she'd rather have.