She bent over and reached underneath him, stroking the large member gently with her hands, before taking the tip into her mouth. The wolf held still a...d let her pass. Red began to suck on the dog cock eagerly, keeping the bottle lodged inside her and still riding it rhythmically while trying to get the big red dick into her mouth as deep as possible. This was better than she had expected.Soon, she lost all inhibition, just lusting for more, stronger, harder fucking. She grabbed the sticky. Cassandra, or Cassie, as those she was closest to called her, sat down in the comfy leather chair that had been an office-warming gift from her grandfather and turned her eyes to the ceiling as she mulled over the prospective night ahead. Cassie had never been good at dating, nor had she ever particularly enjoyed it. She was not averse to love or sex, in fact, she often dreamed of one day finding a Mr.Right and occasionally caught herself eyeing off a handsome stranger. But she disliked the. All of a sudden I felt a warm hand on my cock and somebody stroking it.In a flash I unmasked my head and looked down. There was my granddaughter Jessica playing with my limp cock.Then I heard my daughter Heather said, “No Jessica!”I looked up and saw my daughter Heather standing in the doorway turning red and looking shocked.Jessica turned toward her mother and said, “But daddy always wants me to suck his cock!”Heather turned beet red and said, “Dad you know kids! That’s not true!”I said, “Yes. She produced herself in the wild thing spirit of the girls in the ads for Guess?, except that she didn’t reveal glimpses of her lingerie since she never wore any.When she checked herself out in her full-length mirror she made sure that she looked like a biker’s wet dream, yet Sandra Swarts could never be mistaken for a slut. Headwaiters, doormen and salespeople knew instantly that they were confronted with the kind of woman for whom they reserved their best service. Only a supremely assured.