This was pretty good, I decided."Mmmm ... Like that ... Ohhh nice ... Fuck me ... Faster now ... It's okay..." I breathed and we got a little rhythm g...ing.I'd pull Jeremy into me with my heels in the small of his back, lifting my butt off his daddy's back seat to meet his thrust. My pussy was trying to squeeze him, those soft walls massaging his prick and I was working them, tightening my tummy, pulling at the muscles in my thighs. I was gonna make it good for him; work that nice cock of his. This was the woman he had always hoped Jennifer would be."Thanks, Jack" Jennifer smiled at him. "Go on in the living room the kids are dying to see you."With that Jennifer walked off to the kitchen to fix dinner, her ass swaying sensuously as she went. Jack wiped his brow. His cock was beginning to twinge with excitement. He paused to let his arousal dwindle before stepping into the living room."Hi Daddy!" Rachel ran to her father and jumped into his arms. Jack had to grab her under her rump to. I have many other tales to tell, not all of them Bestial or Gay, however, if those themes DO interest you, I hope you enjoy this. I’m writing this in my late 50’s, but it’s kind of fun to share these true incidents and stories, and even though my last sexual experience with a Stud has been about 4 years these memories from even 40 years ago remain burned into my mind. Enjoy!My Father raised and bred Dobermans on the side, and during the summer my kid Brother “Gene” (2 1/2 years younger) would. It's the heroin, she told herself. It's the desire for heroin that's making me sweat.But she lied to herself, and she knew it. It was fear--fear that she wouldn't be strong enough when the time came to make a choice. Fear that maybe, just maybe, she would choose to live in her body as an animal, as a manifestation of lust, as nothing.Quietly she cried herself to sleep.When Manuel came again, was it days or hours, Renee wondered dully? He unleashed them and let them sit up and eat bowls of foul.