He was close enough to me that Wendy grabbed his front legs and gently pulled him onto meOnce he got his chest on my lower back he immediately wrapped...his forelegs around my waist. He scratched me a little but that was OK He shuffled forward and started hunching his hips. I looked between my legs and saw that his cock was hard and about halfway out of it’s sheath. I needed to lower my hips down some to improve the alignment. We were getting close and I reached back to guide him Wendy beat to it. I mean, she didn’t want to do the things I did, couldn’t live the life I needed to live. So ... and so. It was nice to know I was missed by someone I’d come to love. Very nice. Maybe even redeeming, even.Well, one day I faded in and realized she was saying goodbye, there in the tub. She had brought the plaster model of me and was apparently having a goodbye fuck. It was very strange. I felt my cock slide into her. I felt her pussy. I felt her orgasm, once, twice, three times before the plaster. Somehow I'm still hard.Somehow my body hasn't caught up with my confused brain.Somehow, I slowly slide into her hungry asshole.Somehow, my hand hasn't moved away from her...from her...as I'm holdingher..."And don't let go of my cock."I don't. I treat her covered hard lump like I'd treat my own. I slidein, and my palm covers her base. I pull back, and my thumb is on her..."Uhhhh, that's sooo good."She has a cock. And her breasts are hanging down. And I'm sliding in andout of her tight ass. . Neither Emily or I blame you for what's happened. Emily did it to herself and, believe it or not, she told me this morning, that even though she was being punished, she did rather enjoy herself last night and she fully understands now why she was punished. She confessed she had been acting like a brat." Well then, maybe last night was worth it." So, no blaming yourself, no feeling guilty, no regrets?"Dave nodded, deciding he would do his best to follow her suggestions."Good," Jennifer said..