Not yet anyway." Okay," I said and waited for Kat to continue."Um, sometimes I watch them, sometimes there's another, a guy named Shawn and we..." Det...ils, Kat." Yeah, details ... oh, well ... the first time I went home with them after meeting them at a club. I was drunk ... it's no excuse, I know, but I was drunk. Had I been sober I doubt I've have gone with them. The thing was ... neither of them touched me. They ... we ... all went into their bedroom. They undressed. No one said a word. I. She figured her husband might object to taking sloppy thirds after his own dogs. She slid her hands inside her robe and moved them around in her crotch. Then, letting the robe fall open, she rubbed one slippery hand on her trim belly and drew the other caressingly up the inside of her thigh. Cunt cream glistened on her hot flesh, camouflaging the incriminating canine cum with her own juices. She leaned back, supported on her elbows. Her legs were apart, her bushy, creamy cunt thrusting. Deflowering Alba had been a pleasure but something far better was to come.I was pressed against Alba's back. I grabbed the edges of the table to give me more leverage as I pounded my hard shaft deep into that beautiful tight ass. She was gasping, trying desperately to adjust to the steel rod filling her ass. I knew tears were sliding down her face.I looked over at Lieutenant Jones. The Marine watched the scene; her eyes were glassy. She knew it was a triumph over Alba's father to have his. Iavoided the goats entirely. I knew that I would have togo in there again, but I didn’t want to at all. Idumped the waste on the pile and returned thewheelbarrow to the tool shed, then I went to thepasture. I left my clothes in a pile at the door of thebarn so I wouldn’t have to delay.Sparky had done a good job of preparing my opening byloosening it all night with his enormous knot, but Iwas still weary as to whether this was possible. Ihoned in on the smallest stallion and climbed.