It was only a matter of second and I knew I had to say something. That was nice! I said in a very nervous and faltering voice. Mike smiled and silentl... stood up. My heart sank as I thought I had scared him off. He stood next to my bed, removed his t-shirt and kicked off his sandals. He just stood there in his shorts looking at my face in the darkness and occasionally glancing down my semi exposed body. Then silently I slid closer to the wall, making a space which I hoped he would accept. He. Mr. Milosky’s hand kept slowly kept crawling on his semi hard cock to full mast. John’s eyes were large as saucers, when he saw Mr. Milosky’s member grow to at least 10 inches and still thick as a beer can. Mr. Milosky’s fingers barely touched as they wrapped around the thick shaft for stroking it. Everything was getting out of control and John unzipped his shorts, letting the straining cobra free. He noticed his cockhead was bright red and very warm because of the boiling blood being filled in. Suddenly I felt a wet nose touch my backside and go in between my legs. My robe had ridden up exposing my nakedness. It was the male Doberman and he sniffed and then licked me there. It shocked me, but I didn't straighten up right away. He was lapping at my pussy now and I closed my eyes and thought how this felt so good. I came to my senses after a moment and thought that this was so wrong. I stood up and pushed his head away from me. I must have been giving off some scent he liked because he. "She was very reluctant. I think she had kept tabs on you. She told me that your mother had died some years before. You had gotten into trouble and finally moved away." I did not get into trouble," Brock insisted."No, I understand that now," Zoe said. "But that's what I knew. I was a little pissed off at her. I asked her how she could have let you be raised in foster care. I told her that we had a duty, not to my father but to you, to see that you turned out OK. After that, it took me a while.