I followed her. Julie set the baker down in a cabinet inside her island counter. “What is it?” I asked. Part of me just wanted to break the awkwar... silence, the odd tension that filled the room. Julie fixed her eyes on mine. They didn’t move. Her lips started to move though no words came out. Eventually, she took a deep breath and looked down. “Rob, Jessica has been cheating on you.” Her words were so foreign they didn’t even register. My wife was cheating on me? That didn’t make sense, there. It won’t take long and you will soon be done. Finally the dog plunged into her throat hard and forced its knot into Karen’s mouth. Its 8 inch dick was all the way down her throat and the knot had forced her jaw open wider than it had ever been. After about 10 minutes of this, Karen felt a warmth in her ass that spread as the dog filled her ass with his cum. It seemed like the dog would come forever and she felt her lower abdomen bloat a little from all of the cum. Right after the dog came. He also told me that cocks of that magnitude would be found in only about one percent of the male population. It didn't take a mental genius to figure out I would only be able to get off with only 1 out of a 100 males interested in sticking their cocks in my pussy. The odds were definitely not in my favor.When I was on the swim team in college, I experimented with most of the male swimmers and I could not find a single 12 inch cock in the total complement of 38 male swimmers. I had a lot of fun. It had to be replaced with something, so I tried to imagine what "fending off boys at the critical moment" meant. That evolved into a mind picture of her, spread eagled on the bed, with me hovering over her, my rampant prick in my fist, which was moving the tip of said rampant cock up and down between her oily labia, preparing to drive my lance into her belly. Then she would practice doing whatever she was going to do in that situation. Like push at my chest and whimper, "No!"Of course that.