Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out one of Mom's thin rubber gloves and with the other presented her with a small jar of cold cream. Voila! Always b... prepared for every eventuality. You never know when a little lubrication will come in handy. Ask an Eskimo.Wriggling my right hand into the glove, I let the elastic end snap back with a surprisingly erotic crack that had Mom staring at it wide-eyed. It was my turn to have a look at the porn mag on the desk to see what we had to do next. Ah. This. .. real, real slow... oh, God, I know I'm dying!"Jackie had her head down between her arms, rubbing her flushed cheeks against her forearms while her long, blonde hair trailed onto the barn floor. Her arms trembled, threatened to collapse, then fell. She kept her ass high, prancing it around as Jack dug his fingers into her hips and fucked deep again.The woman felt her body coming apart. She knew there were times when the only thing touching her was Jack's cock. He was leaning back, looking. He had dogs of all breeds and Helen was enthusiastically fucking her way through the whole canine species. She adored greyhounds because they screwed so hard and fast and she cherished wolfhounds because their pricks were huge. She liked German shepherds, black and tan hounds and Airedales. She had even been dropping hints to the effect that any respectable pet shop should have at least one pony or donkey in stock.This morning Harold had telephoned to tell her that a new Doberman had. It wasn't cool and I'm sorry."He stepped forward to put his arms around me and I shoved him away. He tripped going backwards and fell on the floor as I yelled at him, "You keep your filthy fucking hands off of me." I was so god damned mad at him that I looked around for a lamp or something to hit him with, but nothing was in reach. I stood there looking down at him and then I turned and ran from the apartment. When I got to the parking lot I realized I'd run off and left my purse on the table.