I smiled thinking that the missionary position was the perfect one to do in a church. I held her legs open as I crawled into position. Just before ent...ring her I asked her one more time if she really wanted to go through with it.Mary said something religious in a rather loud voice, “Oh dear God let women give of herself unto man!” Mary kissed me and said, “Fuck me in the name of the lord!”What! I was religious of course but this was very strange. Fuck it! Hell, fuck her! So I did! I lowered my. I sit beside the handsome animal to stroke its fine coat.When I stroke his head his lovely eyes look deeply into mine.My pulse quickens.He has that magic something; personality, sex appeal, masculinity.I'm drawn by him: want him.Mrs Kemp talks on while I fondle his ears. My gaze falls onto his sheath and again I feel my pulse quicken. It's large, shiny and fascinating. I want it.He rises onto both legs to stand before me, his tail wagging.I can see the red tip of his broad cock protruding up at. . It dawned on me that she'd fallen into a drunken sleep.Jesus H. Christ and damn me for a bloody fool! I had a beautiful, passed-out woman - a virgin no less in my lap and I couldn't even bring myself to cop a feel of those perfect tits I'd dreamed of for years! By my damned British honor, I knew I'd feel guilty later if I did. With the worst case of blue balls in history, I picked her up and carried her to bed. I couldn't turn down the covers but I folded the duvet over her as best I could.I. The guys were squirming in their seats.“Does that feel good?” I asked.“Uh-huh,” she answered quietly.“Do we have you motor running now? Are you ready to do something for me now?”“It looks like I already am.”“Yes, but I want more. I want to watch you be a bad girl. Those boys want you. Will you let them touch you? Will you do that for me?” I asked quietly.“Okay,” she agreed softly, “but not too much.”“Just a little like last time, okay?”She just nodded.“Isn’t she beautiful?” I asked the boys..