So George got himself a dog to share his affections; a chocolate coloured Boxer.It was a ‘proper man’s dog’ according to George; muscular intell...gent and strong.He’d wanted to call it ‘Nigger’ after the dog from his childhood; but Margo had persuaded him to name him ‘Tango’.George was still OK with his business and golf buddies though.He was an independent financial advisor dealing largely with fellow Country Club members. That’s where he was now and Margo didn’t expect him back home before ten. “You’ll be sore inside for a couple of days,” he advised.As he was driving her home Father Frank asked, “Do your parents know?” Molly slowly shook her head. “Do you plan on telling them?” She shook her head again.“In this case Molly that’s the best plan for a strong Catholic girl such as you. It’s best for everybody involved Molly if the subject is simply dropped, everybody including myself.”She knew he wasn’t telling the truth, but she found comfort in hiding from the truth at that. I opened my eyes and looked down at her, as she was now sucking in between my stretched pussy lips.I grabbed her dark hair between my fingers and made her head go straight.Then I started to squirt; a hot stream rushed out of my hole as she jerked back surprised and then smiling. My piss soaked her white blouse and her neck handkerchief. I thought she would run, but suddenly she opened her beautiful red lips and tried to get some piss inside her soft mouth…It took a while until I was done. I. "No. They can't be. There must be some other explanation." No. I think the obvious explanation is the correct one."Said Dan, taking a couple of drinks being proffered bysomeone. He handed one to me. "Okay, I did quiz Gary a bit.It seems there's about half a dozen couples in their group,with maybe as many again who are occasional partners. Hewas very casual about it. I asked him if he participateshimself and he said no. 'Only through Clarissa', which Isuppose means he gets some sort of vicarious.