..”“I hope you’re not mad, but I was bored, and the place really needed some attention.”“No, no, not mad. It looks great, but you didn’t h...ve to go to all that trouble.”“No trouble at all, Robert. I enjoyed doing it.”“Well, thank you. Where’s Josh?”“He’s over at Mary Lou and Betty’s.”I couldn’t help but remark, “I hope Betty put some pants on.”“I doubt it. Josh says she usually wears just panties and a t-shirt. But it sounds like you already knew that.”“Yeah, Betty and I had a thing for a. He was born deaf and dumb. But he can relate to the animals. They understand him. He looks after them. Sleeps with them. Feeds them. Trains them.”“He can choose the dog but I will have to clean up afterwards. I don’t want anyone watching to know I’ve just been fucked. And I hope the dog will be able to perform at the main event.”Renzo laughed. “They will all take you more than once. Some twice, three times. If you can take more after all that I’ll bring in one of the ponies.”It was my turn to. As she sipped the steaming tea her mind raced, pondered, questioned.Was it genetic? Did Kyle inherit an innate desire to hurt and control from his father? it would seem so, yet she felt that answer might be too easy. Revisiting the feelings of guilt as she always seemed to do, she questioned what she had done, or, she thought, was it something she hadn't done? Dr. Sizemore had mentioned that teens, perhaps more than at any other time in their life, needed the comfort and security of loving. I began to slide out and in, out and in again and again until with a final heaving thrust, deposited my spunk in hot gushes as far into her as I could then continued to rut with her until my cock became flaccid and plopped wetly out of cunt; sliding down to and over her bum hole followed closely by a mixture of fanny juice and sperm that dribbled over and between her cheeks before puddling on the sheets.Soon after we cleaned-up and began to shave her of her stubble. She remained with her knees.