Jenna takes her turn to speak. “So what is it about dogsex that actually turns you on?”“As I said, it’s that it’s so disgraceful, so pervert...d ... It’s the animals, but it’s also the cameras ... It’s the idea of being exposed, physically on camera, but also mentally ... Everyone seeing you do this, everyone knowing you want to do this ... This ... Dirty thing ... Everything combines to just make it all so arousing...” She leaves it there, hoping it’s a good enough excuse... Jenna turns toward. It was a drive of alittle over three hours from our home in Cleveland.We hit the road right after lunch on the day before my birthday so we'dbe there in plenty of time to get unpacked and enjoy a leisurely dinner.The B-and-B was in a really charming Victorian house near the center ofthe town. The innkeeper, a sweet older lady named Mrs. Canfield, turnedout to be a fabulous cook.Although it was the middle of winter, it was a relatively mild evening,clear, with the temperature hovering close to. My middle finger pushed the nylon pantymaterial up into my vagina slit and massaged my clitoris. I came withinseconds. As the room whirled around me, my legs almost buckled. I weaklystaggered to the bed and lay down next to Carol and Barbara. They nevermissed a stroke as they noticed that I had joined them. I played withmyself and came several more times before Carol shot her semen inside ofBarbara's belly. I had three orgasms, Barbara had at least two and Carolhad enjoyed herself, too.I told. The foaming crest of it caught me, lifted me, tossing me like some weightless bauble as it sped on. I was aware of my body’s reactions, felt it flexing, pushing up and down, somehow using the power within the boiling surf to continue riding the wave. And at the same time as all that was happening to me I felt the physical pressure inside me rising ever higher and higher. Then all the multiplicity of sensations merged together, and as they did I was filled with an unbelievably exhilarating.