”“Too bad,” Sophie interjected. “So, you’re saying you wouldn’t fuck Brad’s ass?”“Probably not.”I got down on my knees, eager to ...ave his cock hard enough to fuck me. Sophie gasped in eager lust waiting to watch me yet again get plowed by her boyfriend. Honestly, I had a wonderful job. My dad (thank God he can’t see me now) always said, “Find something you love doing, and then find a way to get paid for it.” Some of the other stuff - the sucking cock, the kissing, the making out - that. The line at the border was about as long as I expected. I kicked off my sandals and inched steadily to the U S of A. I slid my sandals back on when it was my turn and showed them my ID. “Anything to declare?” “Yes,” I said, patting the bag on the passenger seat. “How many items?” “Four.” “Could I see a receipt?” I handed him my receipt. “It says you bought five items.” I counted things up in my head and I said, politely, no, one sweat shirt, one t-shirt, some panties and a cork screw. “But you. Leaving on hand where it was I slid my right hand up and over her bare thighs and slipped it between her legs. As I pushed up gently against her crotch I could feel a dampness through her underwear, that coupled with the softness of the mound there told me she was as turned on as I was.With the new knowledge that she was feeling the same way I was I returned my hands to the hem of her skirt and pushed it all the way up t her waist with one movement. I quickly continued by grabbing the waistband. "What's the matter with her?" the postman asked, sliding his cock from Sharon's cunt and wiping it on the couch."How the hell do I know?" Sharon replied, struggling to her feet. "I've never seen anybody come like that."They knelt over Nina, who didn't know they were there, and pulled her hands away from her pussy. There was no sign of physical damage from the fucking the dog had done, but even though it had been many long moments since she'd thrust the dog away from her, Nina's cunt was still.