I wanted to do more. But hesitated, Tracy didn’t. Her hand was on my groin, only briefly, but enough to get the reaction she wanted.“When?” she ...sked, picking up a tin of something and turning it over in her hand. “Paul’s at a conference next weekend?”“All weekend?” I asked, it was my turn to randomly play with a packet off the shelf.“He’s setting off on Thursday evening, and i’m off work Friday?”I was intently staring at the writing on the packet in my hand, Tracy stood so close that I could. She breathed in, at first through that small hint of fear at what she was allowing and then in an attempt to leave room for his hand to work it's way through the barrier. All thoughts of caution had left the room now, he was lost to the feel of her flesh, she to his touch and the strength of his desire. A small moment of awkwardness broke the drive, each fumbling with the belt of the other, followed by shy giggles as they both took a second to look deep into dilated eyes, seeking permission. All the men and women that I had met on there were much older then I am and lived pretty far away, and just as I finally gave up all hope, there he was...the man of my deepest sexual desires. We had began talking and instantly I knew that I wanted him. The only problem I faced is how would I see him, and if I did, would I really be able to fuck a complete stranger while sober? He and I began to make plans on meeting in person and to have a little fun of our own, yet another thing I forgot to. My insides receiving the now familiar sensation of being cummed in, I scrambled up on the bed properly. Rover followed but his penis still popped out, spraying my stomach and hairy groin with canine semen. With my head on my pillow and Rover above me I felt more comfortable with continuing my beastiality. Calming Rover down enough to keep still, I raised my hips off the bed and inserted his fat cock inside me. Off he went again, screwing me like there was no tomorrow, and glancing in the mirror.