. I guess they were drawn to the scent of my milk. They puppy was getting some from me because it didnt let go. Soon another puppy waddled over and to...k my other nipple into its mouth to suck. There I was, breastfeeding two Doberman puppies with their dads huge cock stuck in my pussy. Their little puppy teeth would nip me now and then sending a shock through my breast. Their dad was still inside me and I could feel his load cause my lower belly to swell. He pulled again on where we were joined. "Ready?" he asked, turningaround to face me. I wasn't quite ready - it had straps which confused meat first. It was a silver camisole undershirt held up by thin straps whichcame together at a small silver ring between my shoulder-blades beforespreading out once more and attaching to the top of the back, opposite towhere the straps had begun in the front. The material had a horizontalelastic meant to go just underneath my breasts, and a bit of extra liningover the breasts so that I wouldn't need. She breathed in the scent of him and her hand, which had been resting on his chest, moved south, caressing his skin as it moved. He sighed in his sleep and stirred. Her wandering hand encountered his rigidly erect penis and gently enclosed it as he shifted again. Suddenly she was aware her sex was wet and there was an ache inside her; as smoothly as she could, she moved over him, bringing first one leg, then the other, up to kneel astride him, then carefully lowering herself to impale herself. “Hell to the no, I won’t. You got my number,” I answered in my own head, “I’m gonna love being a satyr!”“By the way, we’ve decided that when Sarah and Mary Beth turn fourteen, they’ll start their own groups of sixty-nine members. They’ll get their own daggers, too. Not everyone can be in one of these cults, but the tendency to fit easily into them does seems to run in certain families. That’s a good thing, I believe. It helps with harmonious relations, to say the least. Also, members of one.