Her vaginal muscles had milked it of every last wonderful drop of scalding hot sperm.Now she wanted only to sleep and enjoy pleasant dreams -- pleasan... dreams of being delightfully, deliriously made love to by her handsome German shepherd lover.So that when her parents and husband came home, Jan was sound asleep in the master bedroom. They slipped in and moved around the house quietly, not wanting to wake her. Sarah fixed herself a cup of coffee in the kitchen and yawned, obviously ready for. Until Priscilla called at the end of the day I wondered if Gina had lost her nerve."I'm sorry Sammy, I had to do it," Priscilla said, her voice shrinking with each word."What did you do?" I gave Aaron the tape," she said. "Did Gina retaliate?" No, she hasn't yet. When did you give it to him?" I gave it to him yesterday. I'm so sorry, Sammy. He was becoming demanding. He said he was going to tell our boss. I had to do something. You should have seen him today, Sammy. He was meek and apologetic.. I'd been feeding him information about our problems while Gerri was doing the same with her sorority sisters, and he didn't appear suspicious as he offered his brief condolences.Then he reverted to form and asked if I thought Gerri was really serious about 'this Alan guy.' He never passed on an opportunity to find sex, regardless of whether the girl was on the rebound or otherwise had her guard down. I said I thought it was pretty serious.It occurred to me after our conversation that I didn't. "Well, you look," Frank stepped back, boldly appreciating Cherrill's bare, curvy figure, "fantastic, as usual. Are you going to offer those lovely tits at one of the shooting galleries?"He was referring to several galleries where machine gun pistols were used to shoot pellets into a Goddess' breast to see if they could completely obliterate her nipple. The little machine guns held a hundred pellets. If you won, you got to fuck the Goddess, or the Phoenix girl, or whoever was being the target..