“You really expect me to believe that?”Mo said, “It was worth a try.”“That’s all it was. Why don’t you two ‘fess up so we’ll know ra...her than wonder.”Berthold asked, “What is ‘fess up?”“It’s a southern expression used for telling someone or ones that something is obvious and they shouldn’t deny it or try to hide it.” Jam told Berthold helpfully.Berthold said, “I was talking to Moira about moving to Landers. She agreed that she had some interest in doing that.”I said, “That’s a good start on. For full enjoyment, please read The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-53. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do&hellip, because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now&hellip, I have always wanted a dog, but I assume that was made obvious by the dozens of canine-themed erotica stories I have written.. She hasn’t even taken my cock yet.“How are you doing Clara?” I ask lightly grabbing her chin and tipping her face up to look at me. “Whatever my master and mistress wishes.” She says with a sigh. I give her handsome face a few light slaps and watch as her ass quivers with excitement. I could see the end of the anal beads shaking. Shoving those in had caused a lot of gasping and moaning. “I want to make her do something especially naughty.” Connie says. The teen pulls out an old leather bible. I. I bet you will like it, you little slut.”I can’t believe what he’s going to do… but when I feel the tip press on the loose wet lips of my ass… as it slides in with little resistance… as his cock tip presses on my pussy… and slides in, pressing up on the fruit in my ass….The mixed sensation of them both… fuck its too much! “Does that feel good?” “Yes.” I gasp, not caring if I admit it.“You want me to fuck your pussy now?”I nod. “Yes.”“What the magic word?”I roll my eyes. “Please.”“Please.