"My sweet son," she said as I licked her ear hole a bit, nibbled her ear lobe, then I spoke in her ear, "sister, I want to treat you like the old filt...y whore you really are in your sweet old beautiful heart. I want to celebrate the flesh that is your body, sister. I want to make you pop and scream and cum and curse and praise god while you taste me and take me into you."Her old pussy started getting really wet. I could smell her crotch from her face...delicious and ripe and just dirty enough. Dragging my fingers back and forth across my smooth, slippery flesh, I quickly whipped my clitoris into submission and forced out a mind-bending orgasm; an orgasm which was made much more intense by Alex standing there open-mouthed, staring at me, wanking his drippy little cock.If I ever did become an exhibitionist internet slut, this is exactly what would be happening on the other end of the web stream.Speaking of streams, I excused myself to the bathroom to clean myself off.Inevitably, due to. .. but for some reason, their numbers expanded to include folks who'd never tried Chef Fido's Gourmet Pooch, who'd never sampled the delights of a Doberman on the waterbed. The time was ripe for us, that was the only way to explain it. Like it'd been for Frank Sinatra, the Beatles. The papers actually started calling it 'Fidomania', and me, 'Fido's girl'.The sales of Gourmet Pooch quintupled during the first eight weeks after the release of what the trade papers called 'The Wet- look Trilogy, '. I ran with the .22 mag derringer in the pocket of my sweat suit. My newer eight round revolver was at home with my uniform ready to be worn to work.I was half way to the school, when the phone rang again. I thought it might be an update, so I answered without looking. "Silvia are you alone?" the voice asked."No Liam I'm with my workout buddy Deputy Osborn," I said."It's on the news can we help?" he asked."I'm call if I need a super swat team. Right now I'm just going to go see what is what," I.