His cock stayed stiff. He was belly down on the ground and his big prick was plowing a furrow into the earth. His hindquarters twitched a little, slid...ng his cock along the ground. He rumbled in his throat.The mastiff was named Samson.Samson was going to get lucky.The woman who lived in the converted farmhouse was named Molly Turner. She was entertaining her good friend, Claire Dupont, at the moment. They were sitting in the spacious kitchen, with the copper pots hung on pegs on the wall but. Still, even her love for Makeeda couldn't keep her from remembering that Dee Dee now lived in Michigan. I wonder how far Ann Arbor is from Detroit, she thought idly, as if it were just a casual whim. A quick check showed her that it was only about thirty miles. Shoot, I could get there in half an hour.This thought plunged her into even worse guilt. Somehow it seemed that contemplating a night of hot fucking with Dee Dee was dishonoring the depth and life-altering nature of her love for Makeeda.. .." A cloud had come to her face. She had spotted the answering machine. It was flashing.We undressed in silence and hung up our clothes. Though I had unplugged the machine the blinking light had dampened the mood. We sat on the bed and I took the combs out of her hair, letting it topple to her shoulders.For the second night in a row I set the alarm clock, this time for 5 A.M."Everything was perfect before I saw that damn machine," she said when we were in bed. She was wearing her new panties. .someone other than herself!"____________________________________________She looked at him lying asleep, with a smile upon his face, and she smiledtoo. He had been like a kid in a candy store these past few days. Dotingon her, he seemed to be unable to take his eyes off of her. Hopefully thiswill calm down soon!The sun was rising over the Pacific, and she could see that the beach wasdeserted. Maybe I should go for a walk.it would be the first chance indays to be alone, and while she loved.