"...DECEMBER 19th, 2011I don't know what there was about Southern California that attracted pulp authors from the early Twentieth Century, but there s...re were a lot of them (many transplanted from out east ... the way most Californians were). Carroll John Daly, Raymond Chandler, Erle Stanley Gardner ... the list goes on and on. But right at the top of most critics' lists sits Edgar Rice Burroughs. Burroughs' large ranch, between Burbank and Thousand Oaks, eventually became the city of Tarzana. I touched myself, rubbing dog cum over my clit. I tasted my fingers, savoring the their seed. As I rubbed myself to orgasm, the pit bull came over to sniff at my pussy. Come here, boy, I cooed at the dog. He lifted his front paws at me. I reached down to stroke his cock aiming it at my wet fold. Oh god, yes, I cried feeling him sink into me. The pit bull pounded its fat cock into my fuck hole making me cry and moan with pleasure. I spread my legs apart in the air angling myself so that he could. I sighed. In all these years, I’ve never seen or heard my mom with another guy. Not like this. She had guy coworkers, but she never even as much as texted them. Yet she was still a woman, still alive, and beautiful and desirable. She must’ve craved sex, the touching, the attention, the release. It was horrible enough for me, my body screaming to be shared, so I assumed it was doubly worse for her, who knew how good sex was. "I can feel that," he said in a very lecherous way. "I was just messing. Then he shrugged, sheepishly, and chuckled. ‘What can I say, kitten? I didn’t like the looks of him, and the looks he was giving your girls,’ he explained, gesturing toward my chest. ‘Hey!’ Brad exclaimed. ‘In my defense, they’re great girls.’ I punched him in the arm. ‘What? They are! I mean, when you’re working on me, I sorta forget you’re a girl, ya know?’ ‘Yeah, she’s a pretty good dude, for a girl,’ Spence leaned over to add. Eddie, who was watching the interplay, just shook his head. ‘B,.