. that, just something."I wasn't going to admit anything, I wanted to know what Denise intended, although judging from the bottle in her hand, I had a...pretty good idea. Why didn't that worry me? Instead I was excited."Look, Denise, I'm married. I am not gay. I'm not even bi, at least as far as I'm aware of, so where is this going, what do you want?"Denise put the bottle on a table and walked over to me, slid her arms around my waist, I didn't stop her, and said, "I know you felt excited, why. My legs were slightly apart now, and I deliberately edged my chair a bit closer to make it easier for her. She slid her leg over mine until it was between my legs, stroking against my inner thigh."I really can't hold my liquor, Mr. Washburn," she said, her eyes sparkling even more if that was possible.I saw a quizzical expression cross her sister's face, but it quickly vanished, replaced by her normal expression."Please, you must call me Peter, I insist. After all I am using your first names,. " "Ohhh, God," Charlotte moaned. "Dogs." She leaned againstthe door, lightheaded, woozy. "I won't do it with dogs! It's--" "Wonderful," Felicia broke in. "Dogs are wonderful loversand can be such good company when you're alone. You told meyourself your husband would like you to try it." "No!" Charlotte wailed, remembering that conversation onlytoo clearly now. "Pleeeease let me go!" Suddenly, there was another clicking sound. Her eyes dartedto the door across the room. . Her training bra followed, the round puffs of flesh on her chest crowned with rock hard nipples. Dakota bit her lip a little before pulling her shorts and panties off. Her face tinted a bright pink as she stood there, showing off her bare cunt to an older man. She slowly climbed onto her bed and laid on her back, spreading her legs open wide. Dakota shuddered as she watched the older man look her over, a lewd smirk on his face. “My, my, aren’t you so sweet?” the man whispered, running his.