Was she pretending all this time? Was that the first time they had fucked? Had she fucked any of my other boyfriends? All these questions. But no answ...rs. I wanted to ask Gs or my mom for answers. But on the other hand, i wanted to see where things would go after that night. I wanted to let events play their natural course. Maybe then i would get answers. Sure enough, the answers came on what should have been a typical Tuesday night. A typical Tuesday night for me meant one thing and one. . not bilious from the stench.The producers preferred Shepherds and Great Danes. Those caught on to female genital aromas and knew what was 'coming' next as well as you and I do.In addition, the canine consorts had a built in advantage. Their penis is permanently serviceable due to a real BONER inside. They have a bone known as a Bacculum within. Mother nature's own penile implant!!Some of the larger 'performers' have peckers bigger than mine, longer, thicker and always HARD!Pam had been. He mentally chucked to himself about what the voters would think if they could see her head going up and down in doing this.He was zippering his pants up and she was checking herself out in the mirror located behind the sun visor. In reaching for her lipstick that was in her purse she said, “That should hold you for a while.”In giving her a look that said he was serious he said, “It’s too bad this car is small as I would like to reciprocate.” He could see her blush in understanding what he was. When he went back to cutting, I was starting to get anxious so I sucked in my busted can of biscuits gut. When I did that it caused the knife to skid across my stomach a little leaving a small mark. The dress was hard to cut. It was one of those heavily stretchy ones and was also about a size or two too small. He wasn’t aiming to slice me and dice me. He paused shortly to asses the mood and the short knife mark before continuing. Having freed my breasts, he was now free to pinch, pull,.