He was well trained.That evening, when changing for bed, Sarah opened her drawer to get out her cotton night shirt that she liked to sleep in, and saw...a satin nighty lying on top. She didn’t recall ever purchasing it and lifted it out to look. It was sleek, satiny blue, and looked comfortable. Shrugging, she lifted it over her head to put on, and then turned in the mirror to look at herself. It was a bit loose on the top, but otherwise, fit quite well. Her vision blurred for a moment, and then. My first thought was, 'Fuck! Brandon's gay, I better cover up!' But what actually happened I'll blame on being buzzed and frustrated by being cheated out of getting some sex with my girlfriend. Instead of covering up, I just lay there with my mast sticking out beyond my swim trunks. I didn't say anything, I just let Brandon look. Then finally he tore his eyes away and looked into mine. I just looked back at him and kept silent. I watched as Brandon stood and pulled his shorts off. The he knelt. .as with the first two dog’s to prevent the knot entering….then they lifted his front legs and directed his slimy dog dick toward Ruth waiting love hole. That’s when Rufus took over his strong front legs gripping her round the waist pulling himself into his bitches body...he was almost full size already forcing the cunt lips wide almost turning her inside out as he started his frantic fucking action….once more Ruth was lost in her lust dog dick filling her once more, her clit swollen and raw. No wonder she was nearly crazy. I pitied my mother-in-law for living in the same town, and thus becoming the sounding board for all of Anne's bitchy frustrations. Besides her mother, Anne's social life was her cat, a rather psychotic thing I'd seen once in a darting flash. As well, in my diagnoses--which I kept strictly to myself--I imagined that her sexual life didn't stray too far from the familiarity of her own friendly fingers. Which, as I well knew, could get to be quite a bore.I had to.