She goes to her fetal position buck follows his front paw over top of her he pulls her close! like a tight hug her tiny pink snowsuit coated body pull...d tight to his big strong chest. she feels warm and safe. he licks her cheek, she looks like a dreamy angel she smiles loving the tickle in her tummy that she been longing for he makes out wiff her n she loves it. she pulls the blanket over them she wiggles her butt loving the feeling of buck stuck inside her privates, she reaches down pulling. I slowly crawled up next to the couch, and put my face to her open legs. I could smell her pussy scent mixed with pee, and the aromas were intoxicating. I looked up at her face as I slowly ran my fingers over her opening. I watch closely to see any reaction, as I massaged my cum into her folds. To my delight she made no moments or signs she knew what was going on. Nor did she move her legs. Even so slowly I inched my middle finger up into her soaking we pussy. Before I knew it, I was inside her. How was your ‘date’ with Ben?” I replied.“Just about as I expected. He is an asshole, a lousy lover, and a ‘minuteman’. All in all, what’s not to love?” As she saw my mouth open, she hastened to add, “And, he was merely a lousy fuck. No rough stuff, no out-there freakiness, no exotic romance. Straight up, one show a night, jackrabbit screwing. He shot off, rolled over, and went to sleep. All I got out of the deal was a wet spot in my bed, and an unscratched itch. And, he bailed this morning,. She had not only swallowed her pride, she had digested and eliminated it. Without pride there was no humiliation, only humility. She had turned a disgusting, unsanitary, mortifying symbol of slavery into a smoldering hot act of love and devotion; we both felt it. I wanted to pick her up and ravish her against the nearest flat surface ... but not yet.Eventually she was done. She looked up at me with eyes as big as dinner plates and hugged my thigh. I looked down, smiled, caressed her flushed.