" Rover? Why, Rover's doing nothing, dear. He's merely lying with his head in your lap." Oh... I..." Laura gulped and felt dumbfounded. She didn't wan... to make a fool of herself. Rover couldn't help it if he was an affectionate dog. Such a dumb animal couldn't possibly know how he was affecting her--that her loins were in a turmoil from the warm caress of his moistly lapping tongue. She could feel her cunt trickling its warm wetness out between her pussy lips and into the soft blonde down of. Did you read the rest of the book?" It was on my night stand for months. This was when I knew my marriage was ending, and a friend gave it to me. Her daughter had destroyed the jacket, or I would have known it was you. She said it was a comfort book, and she was sure I could use it. I always felt like I knew you, that some parts were written with just me in mind. If my daughter hadn't told me who you were I would never have made the connection. Why didn't you tell me?" Why would I have told. “stand up you fuck slut, take off that thong and let me get a good look at your cunt, yes pull that fucking hair to one side, god that’s wet open wider push three fingers up it get it ready you cock whore” she felt ashamed and humiliated the way he spoke to her, but still her fingers started to open herself. Sir carried on, “you like it don’t you Ruth you like being an old man’s cum bucket, can’t wait for my big dick in your cunt” for the first time she admitted it “yes sir I want it please. Then it's man at his most basic, playing with fire. Still, I must say, the steaks were wonderful, finishing a wonderful day.We spend the evening just cuddling up on the couch, listening to music. Then it hits us, we both yawn, wide and deep. Look at each other, giggle, no words needed and pad off to bed. Lying there under a single sheet, your back pressed into my chest. I gently stroke your thigh and you moan slightly, stretching out a leg and hooking it over mine. My fingers move down your.