Major squirmed and wriggled, humping his cock out against the girl's foot. His big head dipped down for another slurp at her cunt, then rose up, jaws ...ripping and amber eyes gleaming like a wolf standing over his prey.Tracy leaned down and kissed the dog on his damp muzzle, tasting her own cunt-juices. He licked her face and she sucked his cream-soaked tongue into her mouth, French kissing the dog, adoring the combined sauce of doggy slobber and pussy-cum all blended together.She reached under. In due course, he told how he sojourned in a town under the mountains in the employ of the Bouroughmaster as a guard. In that town there was told the tale of a valley high in the mountains; a valley like no other for in it grew a most rare and remarkable flower with shiny purple petals, the colour so deep that men could lose their gaze in it. But it was not just for its colour that the flower was noteworthy, astonishing as it was. The flower was reputed to have a peculiar property and it was. She had a pleasant but not overly exciting figure, the sort that left you wondering what it looked like naked. She was vivacious, lively, had a smile which lit everything up and she had never remarried. It didn't appear to be for want of suitor's - there wasn't a string of men or even a queue to the door. In fact she didn't go out a great deal, but if she did go there was always a handsome man. They just didn't last more than a few months before she tired of them.We have a tradition round here. Sorry Miss, I didn't mean to scare you!”I turned around and saw Steve, with mail in his hands. But when he saw me, his eyes looked me up and down, and finished with a smile. I of course panicked again and lied. “It’s fine. I think I’ve got the wrong address. Sorry to bother you. I'll just be on my way. Have a nice day!”“A fine girl like yourself couldn't bother me! I was waiting for my son, and he should have been here by now! I don't think he’s coming by today. So why don't you come inside for.