I mean those fucking photos you took back here afterwards. “ She croaked. “Just tell me what you let that fucking Boxer dog do to me after you’d...showed it my cunt to get it randy. Tell me, all of it. What the hell else did you let it do to me while I was drunk? Surely not coax that bloody dog into trying to fuck your own bloody wife?”My answer would have been a hasty negative, has she not actually been masturbating as she said it.‘Someone has gone into kinky overdrive again,’ I thought.’ I hope. But she didn’t say anything about Spencer either, and he’s an okay guy, even if... She paused. Or is he?She resumed chewing. I can’t start doubting everyone just based on whether Mom approves. Something tickled at the edge of her mind, but the idea disappeared before she could grasp it. She frowned in annoyance and stabbed another bite of salad.I guess I should try to get to Chemistry later than usual again if I want to try to see some kind of evidence. Huh. After this morning, the idea of. This time the feeling of it deep inside her was different to previous occasions. Rising to sit on his hips, she pressed his cock deeper causing it to press harder on her g-spot. Flexing her vaginal sheath muscles, she stroked it, this added to his arousal as well as trying to pull him further into her. Her rippling muscles stroked his cock building his arousal as it rubbed against her g-spot. Each muscle contraction stoked their arousal. She was breathing hard enough that her nose flared with. From the distance it appeared that she didn’t have anything on, as the wicked weasel she was wearing was pink. April posed, and dived more gracefully this time. Her slender, nearly nude body sliced into the pool, and her thong came off. We laughed as April plunged to the bottom, and her thong sank more slowly. I embraced Andrea against my body, and she pressed her butt against my throbbing cock. I slid my hands to her pussy, as April emerged from the plunge and shook the water from her.