Could you finish putting the food away while I get ready?" Sure." he assured her."I'll be there all afternoon. Will you be ok?"Angel rolled his eyes. ...Yes, Mommy. I'ze a big ... girl now."His mother caught the pause, even in the middle of the sarcasm. She just shook her head, then dashed upstairs to get ready.Angel and Lena put the stuff away, then Angel fixed them a snack. They were sitting in the living room, munching away, when his mother rushed out the door. Somehow, they both found her. ‘You feel it, don’t you? Utter -mmm- helplessness. The want to stop but -mmmm- the urge to go. Does this feel good to you? Is it tighter than your lover’s?’ I managed an angered grunt – I didn’t want this, but whatever she did has caused me to be unable to stop. With as much willpower I could muster, I raised my left hand to grab her hand and pin it against the cold glass. She gasped slightly to the force, but seemed unfazed as it was very little compared to ceasing our intercourse. Her pussy. But maybe it was the girls who were the ones looking for more.One of the volunteers, Debbie, started reminiscing about being in high school and working in the shelter in her home town. She said that she watched one of the other girls sneak into the kennel when she thought no one was still there. Debbie said she heard grunting and moaning in the kennel and she went to investigate. Debbie said she saw that other girl, naked, and on her knees, being mounted by one of the large male dogs in the. Lifting her squirming body off the floor, I stepped back, dragging her out of the dark hallway into the living room. "Ughh," she blurted out as I shoved her face down on the couch, pinning her downwith my knee pressed roughly into her lower back. Paris's cries of protest now stifled in the soft cushions, I took her wristin my unrelenting grasp, forcefully twisting her arm behind her back. She then felt the sensation of cold steel against her skin, followed by a series of quick ˜clicks" as the.