That night, when my parents got home, I told them goodnight and kissed them on the cheek. Which turned me on even more, knowing that I had just fucked...the dog they had got me when I was a little girl. Once I knew they were sleeping, I replayed that eventful night in my head and instantly got wet. Buster was laying on his back with his cock near my head. I stared at his long cock. Wondering what it would be like to have him fuck my face and cum down my throat. As I built up the nerve to. I also didn't usually shower so early if I didn't have to. “It's Michael, Mom,” I responded. “I really need to pee, can you please open the door” I felt a bit of panic remembering the previous night between us. I felt a wave of excitement come over me as I realized I still had a boner.“Yeah, one sec mom” I stepped out of the shower and unlocked and opened the door. I made sure not to rush to quickly back into the shower and casually walked back like it wasn't a big deal. Mom walked inside.. I realized I can continue sucking precum from my own throbbing cock while I walk. How cool was that.I start walking around the forest, with the tip of the cock in my mouth, sucking. I realize there is a black band around the bottom of my cock tip. I tried grabbing it, but it looked like it was a part of my skin, so I ignore it.I continue walking and sucking. I start pumping my dick as I suck myself off. I stop and look up. I saw it was getting dark and it was starting to rain, so I made haste,. This all changed one day in August when my limo driver dropped me off. I saw a customized motorcycle in the driveway, it was the kind a biker would drive with a skull and crossbones medallion on the back seat. When I got inside the house I heard sounds coming from the basement. I listened, and was floored by what I heard. It was the sound of my wife moaning at the top of her voice and a man grunting. Now, I’m not stupid, someone was obviously down there fucking my sweet little house-mouse wife.