Only the chirp of an early season cricket kept her company. She ran the toe of her slipper against an uprooted tile in front of her, a patch of dandel...on poking out of the crack. The chill of the evening did not temper her sadness. She was numb and hardly felt it, in fact. Honor. Duty. Family. Her will and her very life collapsed before her. She was a woman, she knew, but to submit to this indignity was beyond her training, her expectations, and desires. Her desire be damned, as far as anyone. Phir ham dono turant ek dusre ko nanga karna suru kiya.Kuchh hi der me who mere samne khadi thi ek Ajanta/ ellora ki murty ki tarah,uski tarbhuja jaise breast mujhe challenge kar rahi thi, niche ghana kale kale bal ke bich dikhai diya rangila chut invite kar raha tha mere lund ko.Sex ki bhuka do sarir sat gaye ek sath.Basna ki khel suru hua chumban se aur dhire dhire bade bade breast ko squeeze karte hue chuchiya(nipple) chumta raha.Wo maza leke siskari bharti rahi. Mere ek hath breast pe toh. He rubbed his thumbs over my juicy pussy lips and then he pulled out his cock. My eyes went wide at the sight. It looked to be a foot long! Were all black men so large? I wondered. His meat was rock hard and ready for action. He squeezed the head into my pussy making me coo with pleasure. My husband's skinny white prick never made me feel like this. The boy was soon rocking his hips back and forth, pumping his 12 inch black cock into my tight white hole while his father watched proudly. I was. Very nice boy." She says proudly. Although my disgust for her grows. She's just another backyard breeder who thought it'd be cool to have wolf puppies. "Sounds like my type of dog, when can I come get him?" I ask, anxiously. "Right now if you really want." She says. I wonder, does she even want this dog? After she gives me her address, I walk out to my car. I keep pondering what I'll do to this dog. Obviously, I'll fuck him. There isn't any way I'm getting an intact dog and not giving it a blow.