. Phone rings again and I fumble it from my pocket… “Need help?" giggling, "Fitting Rooms, third door along, quick” Passing an elderly gentlema..., I slip into the changing rooms, and tap on the third door along.With a click the door opens slightly and I glimpse your dark hair reflected in the mirror… you grasp my wrist and pull me inside, closing the door behind me and pulling my face down to kiss me, your tongue flickering in my mouth, holding my face close to yours as my arms enfold you. I. Too tired to move she sobbed as the dogs tongue drove deep into her vagina and blushed in shame as her pleasure peaked and a powerful orgasm shook her small body. She fell asleep at that point and when she awke found that he had placed her over a hassock and the dog had mounted her pounding enthusiastically into her sore vagina. She did not know how long this had gone on but her cunt was very soreand her abdomen felt distended. A few minutes later she found out why as the dog climaxed and left. Mary struggled as she summoned up the courage to put a stop to this and finally spoke.“Ok honey we can stop now.” She said however those words were only spoken in her mind.“Go ahead honey, stretch me out.” Were the words that actually left her mouth. She was mortified at how her body and subconscious could betray her so quickly. She was aware she had not been sexually active in the last decade however she had no clue about the sex hungry nympho that had developed under the service and had. "Thanks, sweetums!" Sweetums? He said, "You're welcome... sugarbuns!" Sugarbuns? We got in, I turned on the light. It was a little messy, needed dusting, and the dirty laundry was in a neat pile in the corner of the room. He asked, "I like it, who's your interior decorator?" "Ha ha, very funny," I said in a deadpan tone. We took off our coats and I sat on the couch as he pause to use the lavatory. I sat, legs crossed, miniskirt to the thigh, blouse with top button undone. "Come, sit,.