That was like pulling the trigger. I shot the load I had held all the time deep into my favorite ass. Erin wiggled with each shot and each wiggle made...me shoot a little more. Finally expended, I slipped out of Erin’s bottom, but the dildo did not exit my own bottom.Before I knew what was happening I was pulled to my feet and was led to the shower with one hand on my flagging erection, one on my scrotum and one on the dildo still buried in my butt. The three luscious women began to wash me head. Warmth, saliva, and her eyes that I barely saw looking up at me combined for the most erotic feeling. A hand on my balls had me groaning again. Slowly, ever so slowly, up, down, up, down her mouth moved on my cock. The head tingled as she passed her tongue over it, and soon she was moving as fast as she can, one hand jerking on me. I placed a hand at the back of her head and let her work her magic. Enthusiasm dripped with the saliva she spit on me. But I wanted to be inside her. I pulled her up. God, this was embarrassing! Even though Peggy was the one performing this filthy act with the dog, Denise felt her own face burning with shame. The shame came from deep inside Denise, from the part of her mind where she hid her deepest secrets. How many times had Denise imagined getting fucked by a dog? How many times had she jerked off, pretending that the finger in her cunt was the prick of a dog--or of some other animal? Too many times to remember. And there slumped Peggy, naked and panting,. I stoodup, but almost lost my balance since the pumps forced me forward so far.Again, I really had a difficult time trying to place one foot in front ofthe other, and after about 12 steps, my toes and ankles started to ache. The clerk said, "She sure can't walk in those either."Ann responded, "Well she won't be doing much walking at my parties sinceshe will spend most of her time down on her knees."The clerk giggled again and responded, "You mean giving blow jobs?"Ann said, "Exactly."Again I.