Lane commented that my breath was terrible the next day. He even called it dog breath. How fitting.The next night the dog seemed to be getting anxious...towards night time. I made sure to break out a six pack of good beer so that Lane would be out for sure.Once Lane was asleep in his sleeping bag I started playing with the dog. He was running around me like crazy. I was sitting up so he didn't know what to do. He wanted some of what he had yesterday.I started stroking him and getting him excited. The attack on the house the other night had put the entire family and staff on edge. Ling had performed very well during all of the previous attacks, but even she was getting tired of it. This situation would only last two more weeks and there wouldn’t be a ready source of organized criminals seeking to eradicate them. At least that was the hope.Ling sat down in the chair next to Ed and glanced at his cock. It was semi-erect and the idea of it inside her almost took her breath away. She said,. When my wife does finally let me fuck her, in my mind I secretly imagine it was Pakou.It has been a few years since I have been fantasizing about my wife's best friend, Pakou. A young 25-year-old Hmong beauty, born and raised here in the state of Wisconsin. She just got married a year ago to her Hmong boyfriend which they had been dating for three years. I and my wife had attended the wedding.Even though Pakou is now married that didn’t stop me from fantasizing about her. She has got to be one. I was so turn on. His hand is still on my neck with little force on me. The little force is enough to make me feel like i am in a **** scene but he wasn’t rough on my neck. So it was okay. His other hand his busy fingering my pussy and his lips is licking my nipple. I was all wet, overwhelmed, and i think i ask him to fuck me. I whispered into his ears “fuck me” guess Japanese understand basic English. But he did not stop fingering and he went down to lick my clit while still fingering me. I.