"Should I go see him?" I asked."No, come stay with Brenda and me, I'll arrange something. We need to have a party anyway."Brenda's parties were not hu...e affairs, but an invite was an honour. I never got an invite, I never needed one, being 'family' and all. Not only were you honoured to be at one of Brenda's parties, you were stoned. There was enough grass burning in that house that you would need your own air tank to avoid it. Often, someone would bring plenty of acid and there might be other. Fuck it, whynot?So that was it, choice made, I was going to let thisanimal jump my bones. Who knew, it might even be goodfor me as well as the dog.I knelt on the fur rug that Niki and I used for thesesessions. Enzo seemed to recognize that anyonekneeling on this old sheepskin was up for it. Withoutfurther encouragement, he straddled my back and questedfor any hole to park his cock. Several attempts almostresulted in me having a second hole torn in me. Ihadn’t realised just how sharp his. .give her that big cock...the dirty bitch loves it really"! Gemma smiled and kissed me, her tongue snaking into my mouth as I gently slid my fingers into her warm, wet hole and gently began to frig her as I quickened my thrusts. Redhead cried out and muttered a string of curses as my cock hammered her cunt. I looked down and little bubbles of froth, probably from from my precum and her wet pussy, ringed the tight seal of my cock which stretched her hole as it pistoned in and out of her twat!. She looked madder than a wet hen. He figured that he knew what she was angry about. Abby saw him and said, “That bank is holding my money for two weeks.”“The same thing happened to me,” Jack said.She looked around wanting to hit something, but there was nothing within reach. She stomped a foot and said, “Bastards. They’re all bastards.”He looked over at Claire’s house and said, “I wonder if that happened to Claire.”“I don’t know,” Abby said bitterly.Jack asked, “What are we going to do?”“I.