" That's a nice," Wanda told him. "But the way I look at it is... I LOVE cock. It's that simple. I can't get enough of it." She paused and gave an imp...sh grin before asking, "Do either have you have a cock for me?" Sure do," Cliff and Steve said simultaneously, as each grasped their respective cocks and offered them to her.Wanda smiled at the two guys.Cliff started the action by reaching out and cupping each of Wanda's tits in his hands, while massaging and rubbing them in the process. Soon. She had thought she was alone. She had left the two of themtogether-well, maybe she was supposed to prevent that, but she was ayoung woman too and knew how Charlotte felt-and found an invitingmountain stream deep enough to bathe in. She had started to remove herclothing when she heard a noise behind her. Covering herself with herdiscarded dress, she turned and saw Henry leering at her."Henry! What are you doing? Turn away!"Henry said nothing, but just smiled lasciviously at her."Go away!". Well, not exactly, unusual may be a more appropriate word.I can understand what animals,birds and insects talk.Not every time or all the time. The phenomenon is like a Tsunami. I can never predict when I suddenly acquire the skill or how long it will last.Not that I am complaining. I don’t know how Dr.Doolittle managed to live with continuous chatter and cacophony. I gave up trying to find a reason and learnt to live with it. My vague suspicion is that when my wavelength or frequency matches. And dog sperm, is much more liquid than that of a man.With my lips sealed by his throbbing, fat knot, the size of a tennis ball, the path of least resistance is my widened, welcoming womb.I can’t help but imagine the billions of sperm entering my womb, the flood of his cum invading my space, seeking to impregnate me. Even if they fail, billions of his sperm will continue to writhe in my womb for days, hunting for an egg to penetrate.At the gym, at work, while walking, I will have his sperm.