Don’t ever look at herlike she’ s a bitch.”“I’ll try, but if I see that mutt looking at her withlove-struck eyes and a h...rdon, I’m busting a gut.”“I hate to tell her, but you don’t play the bitch for adog like Barney then expect to cut him off when youdon’t want to play. They don’t understand the concept.Once a bitch, always a bitch.”“As it should be. We can’t have her tormenting our dog.We should take away her. It coated my throat like a blanket of silk. My pussy began to throb. The heat between my legs let me know I was about to release some tension of my own. I found my pleasure spot and let my fingers circle my swollen clit. Rubbing one set of lips while the other set devoured Richard's dick like it was my last meal. I began to moan as my juices ran down my thighs. The more cum I swallowed the more I released. I couldn't take it anymore the feeling was to much. He let go of my head and slowly. I got a few laps in before breakfast. Mom made bacon and eggs, but I just had juice and a protein bar. I always eat light before a match.I put on my board shorts and we drove straight to school, so I could get some more practice laps in. The rest of the team got there shortly thereafter, so we practiced relays for a bit. About an hour before the match was scheduled to start, Coach Overholt blew the whistle."Everybody out of the pool! I want you guys to get some rest before the match starts." We. .. fragile.”She let it go and then pressed two fingertips between the eggs, moving them around, gently. That brought her fingertips to the base of his penis, where soft, pliable skin changed to something firm and unyielding.The whole shaft dipped, and then sprang back as she removed pressure from the base.Finally, she grasped the leaning column of flesh. She just held it for a bit, feeling the warmth it radiated, and that spongy/firm texture that was so fascinating. There was nothing on her.