Not nineteen or sixteen or even thirteen. Nine. So why do they have to do the whole romantic and flirty thing? Watching them make goo-goo eyes at each...other and say things like “My girlfriend and me really like singing together” just made me cringe. I didn’t want to correct him to “my girlfriend and I” as much as to “my friend and me.” Kids that age are supposed to make cute grammatical errors; they are not supposed to have lovers.Yes, I said lovers, because they don’t present themselves as. He planted delicate kisses over my body, on my face, neck and sensitive nipples.He moved his hand to my wet pussy, rubbing my swollen, sensitive clit. He mixed rubbing my clit and fingering me. I moaned, almost screaming from pleasure, trying to resist it, he whisperd in my ear, in a sexy, husky voice: "Take it baby, cum for me!" He started to finger me quickly. After about a minute, I squirted, my pussy juices dripped down my thighs.Being exhausted after all the pleasure, I almost passed out. Suddenly the camera swung downto show a dog as it ran through the woods and jumped thefence. I recognized it immediately; it was burned into mybrain. It was the one that raped me the day before. Thedog leaped the fence then circled around the pool toapproach my prone body from upfront. Then it began.The sniffing, the scratching, and eventually the licking.I sat there on Mr. McGraw’s lap and we watched ittogether, me in shocked silence while he talked aboutwhat was happening. I could feel. But cuntlapping, to the dog, was only a preliminary.The taste and scent of Molly's pussy were driving the big, powerful brute to a sexual frenzy.Then he mounted her.When Molly felt the beast's forelegs wrapping firmly around her hips and his belly jamming to her haunches, she realized her mistake, realized that she had been in a position that could hardly help but tempt a dog to mount her.She had to stop him before he slipped his cockmeat into her.Sucking dog prick was one thing, but she was.