This time, she didn’t bother hiding her excitement. She let a low, long moan escape her lips. Joel’s in good form tonight, she thought, none of hi... usual trace-the-alphabet bullshit. Perhaps it was the booze wearing off or his fine form but Mary placed her hands on the back of his head – he wasn’t going anywhere.His hands squeezed her ample breasts, tugging and her bra. She could take it off, but then she’d have to bother opening her eyes and getting up. No, tonight Joel can do what he’s. The ranch was especially affected with the near proximity of some high-end ski resorts along with the rich and famous who built equally expensive vacation residences. Our ranch had pretty well locked in any future expansion by the ski resorts and exclusive residential sites and no development was allowed on Federal land.My dad had become a veterinarian in part to offset the impact of ever increasing taxes and dramatically increasing land values. He specialized in large as well as small animals. There was an alcove where Mabel studied, a living room with a big chair and a sofa and a small bedroom with a big bed where her Dad joined her once a week. Joined her in the way she'd learned to love.The teenager didn't know much about dogs but during Pal's puppyhood she'd learned lots, much of it from the dog sites on the Web. And, shortly after she and Pal began to live alone together, her learning took her on a different and strangely erotic course.It didn't happen all of a sudden. Mabel was. He grabbed my waist and lifted me off, then got me on my knees and fucked me like a bitch from behind, with each hand squeezing a tit. Oh God, it was good. He pushed a finger into my arse and I squealed. His knuckles were pressing into my bum cheek and I was coming; my pussy gripped his cock, and my arse his finger, as I fell forward onto the ground and felt the orgasm tear through me. But he was still going. Unstoppable. I was exhausted, but he kept going, hammering into my cunt with all his.