Mating with animals had never entered my thoughts and if it had my immediate response would have been of revulsion.So why was the thought of it turnin... me on so much?I had to call Dave, so I did.He answered almost immediately.“Dave. Laura. Its about that incident with the dog.”“Yea. Sorry about that.”“Me too.” (Pause) “I wished it had happened.”“What?”“Yea. I wished that f----ing dog had f----d me. It’s been driving me insane.”“Wow!”“Damn. You’re disgusted aren’t you? Shocked.”“Shocked. But not. I wanted to smell and taste her cunt for myself and started to kiss all over her lingerie covered crotch while she leaned over and started to suck Michael off.I thought he would going to go crazy with lust! He started to groan, which told me that he was about to come.Lisa must have known too, because she stopped and turned around and told him to stick it in, and she bent over to lick me with that long tongue of hers. He tore at the lingerie and finished my "wetting" of Lisa with a solid. Chucked popcorn kernels, delicate & not-so-delicate conversation, scampering rug rats- it all comes halting, jarring squeal of breaks as forbidding title credits shine overhead, stabs of midnight on cloud fields of pallid white. Moments pass. 15 audience members sit dazed, suspended in Cineplex purgatory unsure whether to move hips to the strains of pleasant chamber music accompanying text (all tongue strainingly foreign, stew of ill suited verbs & consonants which not only verged on. .” Needless to say, for the next 48 hours I was a complete bundle of nerves. I had second thoughts, third thoughts, and more thoughts after that. Several times I was on the point of emailing him to call if off, but I never could bring myself to do it. I got hard every time I thought about seeing him, how it might go. I jacked off twice that first night, once while my wife was cooking dinner, and second time long past midnight after I'd awoken with a raging hardon. I was calmer the second.