"Laddie! Laddie!" Christine called as they entered the high-ceilinged living room. The dog was at the top of the stairs, waiting for Christine. "C'mon...down, boy, and meet Tracy."Tracy gasped when she saw Laddie. Her legs weakened and, for a moment, she swayed, silently swooning, wondering if she would fuck the dog.Laddie barked his welcome and came bounding down the wooden steps. He jumped on Christine, His large front paws on her tits. He was anxious to lick her cunt and taste her gooey fuck. He was well aware that he could not court an English woman while on duty for long periods in the Gulf, and that a mail-order bride, or something comparable, was his best hope. He realised that a virgin was out of the question, but felt that virginity was over-rated. After all, virginity was once-only and in an English bride would always come with a total lack of sexual training.With the return of Tamsin from the Golden Palace, unmarried, English, and his boss's daughter, his prayers seemed to. As we near another peak, Gretchen goes rigid in my arms and cries out with enough force to scatter a flock of pigeons from the rafters. And instant later, I ejaculate, my cock throbbing as warm cum gushes into my briefs. I’m dimly aware that Gretchen has wrapped her long legs around my back and is rocking me tenderly.It takes a long time for our breathing to return to something like normal. When Gretchen gently rolls me off her, she takes my fingers in her hand."Feel me," she whispers, guiding. "What!" she said."A blow job for the groom." he repeated, smiling, "Or anything else you'd like to do!" Do you think I'm a prostitute or something!" she replied, and went over to serve on of the other players."The beer's just run out," she said to the customer, and went out from behind the bar to the cellar."Right," said Frank, "all the other customers have been forced out, and the doors have been locked by John. Now lets have some fun!"The men formed two lines from the cellar door to the.