I waded into the pool to clean up. I didn't do any swimming. Instead I dried off, pulled on my skirt and top so I was minimally decent and wouldn't sh...ck any outsiders, and went back to the apartment I shared with my folks and my siblings."Hi, dear," Mother said when I came in the front door."Hi, back," I replied. "I've got a date tonight. Won't be here for dinner." That's right, you told me before. Anyone I know?" I met him at school. A whole bunch of us are going downtown to see the Parade of. Sure enough, that night while I was wanking myself to sleep and thinking about Alan's cock slipping in and out of my bottom I put my fingers between my legs and felt the slippery evidence of Alan's orgasm which was soon mixing with my own spunk as I spurted all over my legs and the bed sheets!I didn't see Alan again for a couple of weeks but then when we did meet round at his house we spent a whole afternoon in his back room masturbating together and having anal sex again. Alan showed me how to. The wound gaped raw and bloody and her cunt spurted copiously, shamelessly, at such brutal treatment. With a shaking hand, Oliviya took a smoked-glass, jewelled plug from the drawer and brought it slowly to her open mouth to roll her tongue around the glass bulb, moistening it languorously while her black eyes drank in the brutal depravity of the film. Both women were slick with gore now, and blood poured freely from many cuts. Their movements were becoming more sluggish and less frequent as. Yet there she was, looking up at me with her dog face, a thin trickle of my sperm running down her black lips. "Did you like that girl?" I asked. "Arf! Arf!" was her reply. She was smiling up at me now. Looking at her canine teeth, sticky with cum, I was struck by the fact that she could truly be mistaken as being a dog if someone were more than 10 to 15 feet away. Feeling flushed, I reached down and grabbed her collar and began to pull her towards the back door of our home. At first she played.