Her denim skirt easily followed every sway of her hips. Just enough definition showed from her skirt to make me want even more what was hiding beneath...the fabrics. Cannot forget that long blonde ponytail either, the perfect handle. She talked and I responded with “Mmhmm” and “Oh I agree.” To be truthful, I have no clue what she was talking about. I seem to have a bad case of not listening to women while they speak.“Just ... Up ahead ... is the park,” she spoke softly. She stumbled as she had. Our dog Goldie had been watching all the time and had begun to lick his erect boner, but now he moved behind Sarah and as she concentrated on my blow job he mounted her and slipped his sizeable cock in her inviting pussy and began to hump her like mad. Strangely enough Goldie seemed to encourage Sarah to suck even harder and soon I was pumping heavy semen down her hungry gullet forcing her to gulp it down quickly to avoid choking. A few more thrusts from Goldie and he added his cum to my wife,s. When I knew her at university, Jess was a short, curly-haired, flat-chested quiet girl but over the years through the use of her own formulas, she’s grown her breasts to D cups, an ass you could bounce coins off and is now 5’10” with pixie-cut blue hair. “So you know how in uni we got really drunk and fucked with the strap-on?” she asks, “yeah, I remember” god do I ever, even when she had no tits, she was an amazing fuck, “Well I was drinking recently and thinking about those nights, and came. .. maybe he forgot to zip up after using the bathroom earlier. I sat there staring at the tv, but closely listening to him. you know the sound that's made when your stroking your dick and the skin rolls over the top than back down? I swear that's what I heard. I sat there trying to figure out if he was really jerking off or if I was imagining it. the only way to find out would be to look, so I rested back against the couch, then used my peripheral the look. sure enough he was slowly stroking.