"i want it all in relax your throat an don't panic" she told me then she pushed slowly and the cock hit the back of my throat and i relaxed it , it op...ned wide and the strap-on went right down , she held it there and took another pic , she pulled out , took off the strap-on and got dressed .i look at the clock two mins to four , mum would be here soon , the two minutes felt like hours we never spoke , the nurse just sat looking at me .. then a knock at the door , "let her in " nurse said , i. "I think you'll have to put your rotweiller on a chain," he said to Richard.There was another growl from the kitchen. Both men chuckled and went into Richard's study.So," said Richard. "What do I owe this pleasure to?" Sorry I didn't warn you," said Neil unrepentantly, "but I wanted to get a rise out of Sharon. Worked too, didn't it?" They both chuckled again."I wanted to tell you what's been going on and agree a plan for the future with you." Great." Well, Monday we pulled him over as you. The hygienist grinned and, before Marsha could say anything, planted a big, wet kiss on Marsha’s lips. The kiss seemed to last forever, and Marsha struggled to get free, at first. Gradually, though, she felt something sapping her energy, and she relaxed into the bimbo’s embrace. A silly smile spread across Marsha’s face, as the hygienist withdrew. ‘Feeling better, Maci?’ Marsha wanted to protest that that was not her name, but she didn’t have the energy for that. Instead, she giggled. It seemed. I was there, on my bed, unable to resist the urge to play with my cock during a leisurely perusal of the flesh fiesta on display when I noticed that one of the models bore a resemblance to my Aunt. The likeness was so strong that I was sure the woman was Hazel, and I even – after much rummaging in drawers around the house – used a magnifying glass in an attempt to spot any distinguishing marks, like a mole or a birthmark or tattoo. There was nothing I could see in the photos that disqualified.