Thomas of her lost husband. “This house is just how I pictured it. You are just as I pictured!” She nodded but was unsure of what to say to his pa...ticular attitude. “The last words Rolly ever said to me were, ‘Take care of my wife’.”She covered her embarrassment. “Oh, that was just like him. Worrying about me even until the last moment.” A tear appeared in the corner of her eye. “I’m doing fine - his parents are helping out and I have some wonderful neighbours.”“Of course.” Ed Thurmann almost. Jan was having a hard time controlling her as the dog fucked her. God, what a sight. My wife on her back, her hips raised off the ground, Jan holding her legs up in the air and a large dog, fucking the hell out of her. I heard my wife ask Jan to stop the dog as she couldnt take any more of his fucking. Jan stopped the dog and pulled him away from my wife who turned her head and watched Jan get on her hands and knees with the dog behind her. The dog took one step forward and his cock was buried. It's the unknown quantity that all women have, I suppose. Despite our exterior bravado, men really can't read women that well. I know I can't. Besides, women have that one advantage over men because men never know if they'll get away with anything or if they're going to get lucky. A woman always knows."(Shit. She really HAS parted her legs. That was subtle. They were crossed a minute ago but not now. I didn't imagine that, did I? Oh God. This woman is driving me crazy. I really have to keep it. I had seen it, but misjudged its length. For a moment or two he seemed to be stopped but he leaned me forward and it seemed to open me up and I could feel when he bottomed out inside of me. "You okay, he asked?' I nodded and moved my hips slightly forward then reversed again. I leaned forward onto my forearms which were folded and lay against the wall. The lubrication provided by the soap meant I only had to adjust to his girth which wasn't that bad. Rocking side to side and rising onto.