His purple veined manhood stood proud, its misshapen purple head incongruous as it stood erect and urgentThe mother was bared from midriff to stocking...tops, just a mass of dark hair covered her delights but Brabbinger unerringly skewered her and set to work pleasuring her in a manner worthy of the most rampant bunny rabbit.They fell sideways to land atop the chaise longue with not the slightest faltering of the copulation.The mother went from protestation to open mouthed kissing in an. Even if I closed my eyes and thought really hard, there was no way I could convince myself it was a black cock inside me.Weeks went by with us sporadically having sex and nothing changed. I wanted to use the toy again so badly, but knew I couldn't. He would know. It was too big for him not to notice. Nothing happened outside of my imagination until about a month later when I was at the tills at work.It was quiet, getting on towards the end of my shift. I was the only one on the tills and was. There kneeling on the lawn with a dogs head mask was her husband, complete with dogs collar & lead. This is 'Fido' the wife said - 'Fido' was lapping at dog bowls of water & dog biscuits would you believe !!, 'Fido' is a bit randy' she continued 'so you will have to excuse him if he gets a bit naughty'.And within a few minutes 'Fido' was humping my stockinged leg just like a dog. she, giggling, had to pull him off & with him at his bowl again she slid her hand up my skirt & brought me to a huge. It was a faded black and white picture that showed a blond boy standing on a dock, next to a large white boat. To me, he looked like any other young boy, nothing remarkable that I could see to set him apart. I could see a slight resemblance to Uncle Bunny, but nothing else. He didn't look much like Mama or Mrs. Connor. I didn't see any close resemblance between Mama and Uncle Bunny, or with either of them, and Mrs. Connor. Mama, turned the page of the album, and there was a long lock of hair,.