It was pretty easy to see that dogs weren't bothered by sex hang-ups. To Napoleon I was desirable--something he wanted perhaps as badly as I wanted Th...d. I remembered the time a week or two before when I'd seen the big shepherd try to mount Fanny, a mongrel bitch from the neighboring farm. Fanny just wasn't big enough to take the big, red cock and finally ran off yelping while Napoleon thrust uselessly at empty air, his trembling penis oozing dog semen.I scratched Napoleon's ears and he laid. He held her hips as he pumped. Alex brushed a few strands of her from her face as she stopped and Max took this opportunity to hold her waist tight where she couldn't move. He started to pump himself inside of her so hard, she collapsed on top of him. She cried into his ear as sped up his rhythm. Alex whined and arched her body.Max pushed her up, rotating his hip as Alex moaned doing the same as her brother. Max sat up to kiss Alex. Their bodies grinding into each other. Max grabbed the bottom. I reached autnys area and called her and she sounded really happy that I made it to met her . She told me to go to a nearby coffee shop and told me she would join me in about 10 minutes. I reached the shop and was waiting for her and I was surprised to see what I saw. Sheela aunty was dresses to kill, she had worn a nice black saree of thin material, the saree was properly worn and it was tightly warapped and I could clearly see all her curves her long hair was weryt well tied and she had a. We all got a pretty good look at what each other had for equipment. We had all seen each others before anyway. Soon it was dark enough for us to make run for the tent without suits on. Before long we were looking for something to do. The idea came up to go for a streaking run around the neighborhood (streaking was all the rage back then). Off we went, sneakers and cocks that had just barely enough hair to let us know we were growing older. Whew, back to the tent without getting caught!What.