Suddenly the girl stopped and showed me her wet fingers.“Oh wow… I bet you think I’m a weird slut” she said.“No… not at all.” I answered... “I’m a yiff fan too.” It was then that our chemistry was obvious. We got to talking and she had the same interests as me. She was about 16 and had lost her virginity to her Labrador retriever when she was only 12. Ever since his death when she was 14, she found out about yiff. She handed me a paper with links to good bestiality sites and then r phone number. During college days she was a simple girl who had many male friends but didn’t have any intimacy with them (at least I thought so).Now I realize why there were so many guys around her. Recently I have noticed some strange changes in her overall behaviour. She started chatting a lot on internet and talking on phone till late night. I even observed her staring at guys with well built body while we went for shopping. I sensed something. Something was going on. I wanted to find out what was going. Following dinner we drove to a nearby beach club for some music and dancing. Jan had worn a tiny black thong but was braless which allowed her poultry nipples to strain against the silky material of her top and also easily exposed her breasts to anyone standing over her or if she bent slightly forward. The restaurant wait staff and now club patrons were occasionally taking advantage of the available view throughout the evening. We danced and enjoyed ourselves for a couple of hours and. “Lovely isn’t it!” Sally said, and I just stared at the dress, looked at Sally and told her that I couldn’t wear it. “Why on earth not? I was asked. It’s too beautiful for me, er, us to mess up. I can’t masturbate and cum into that, it would be a crime.” Sally laid the dress over me as I lay on the bed, I could feel the lightness and softness of it. “Come on she said, we’ll both enjoy this.” The dress would to I’m sure if it had feelings she laughed. Sal’ rubbed the dress over my body, then put.