I reached onto the table just inside the door and grabbed a flashlight. I clicked it on and shined it into the treeline. As I panned from right to lef... I caught a glimpse of something. It was crouched in a half sitting position. It looked like a human in a brown furry jacket. It was holding something in its hand and grunting but its back was to me. "Hey!" I yelled before even realizing I had. I forgot I wasn't in my city apartment with neighbors everywhere, I was in the middle of the forest. This summer, I began to tape our conversations, our sexual time together."Mom please, don't make me do this anymore, Don't make me lick your pussy. This is rape mom. I still love you, but this is RAPE. Won't you please stop hurting your son, please mom," I declared in between licking and lapping and sucking her to a major orgasm. Sometimes her comments would mention that I had raped her first. That was of course unacceptable for my purposes, so I taped over it. Usually though, when she was. Suddenly her lips were dry and her voice caught in her throat. He has a way of looking into her that always made her want to take him. She licked her lips and tried to lean back a little further. "Please Jack, let me go. I'm on a date." Her words were not very convincing and his hard cock was now digging into her thigh and making it hard to focus. He saw her lick her lips and knew he had her right where he wanted her.Her mind flashed back. God, he was the most amazing lover. He loved to. Keryl had confided in her dad that she had always though of Ellie May as the original animal lover, and even though she knew not to take the character too seriously, still an inspiration to her when her feelings for intimacy with animals, especially dogs, first stirred in her as a preteen. But Keryl, despite being an active dog fucker for some years now, had never found the chance to have sex with a bloodhound. Labs of all colors, and the cousins that Katy referred to as “labromutts,” it.