He held the faggots jaw open and it fell in touching his tongue. The taste was vile and salty but as Paul was unable to move it just rested there and ...eeped over the edges into his mouth. Riki got up and Jimmy handed him the leash, ?You do the honours dude!?The dog eagerly got into place directly over Pauls face and after a firm push on its hind from Riki it squatted down over the boy, sick! ?Hey he’s waggin his tail dude!? Sean pointed and felt the lurch in his pants. ?He’s happy I mean he’s. Now this was intriguing, I’ve used large vegetables in my pussy, and a ten by three inch toy, but never a bottle. It turned me on, that was something I was going to try, right now. “Give me a minute Dave; I’m going to go find a bottle.”Thinking there was a beer bottle in the kitchen I could use, I headed that way. To my dismay, they had already been taken out with the garbage. I frowned, now what do I use. Then I spotted it, a large eight inch long by three inch in diameter water bottle. I. And it all made sense.”“Jesus, Natasha, what happened to you? You're...?”“Hot?” she giggled.“Sexy?” I added. “Look at her boobies. You can't tell me those aren't delicious boobies.”Mr. Peterson was a handsome enough man, tall and thick-shouldered He had that swarthy, handsome look of Italian men. Which meant he would be the bestest cook. All Italians were bestest cooks. Everyone knew that.I reached over and grasped Natasha's boobs, pressing up to her from behind as I slipped off the desk. I. I hugged Carl twice and felt like it didn’t say enough. I was dumbfounded. I did slowly recover and resumed some of the normal chatting that punctuated our time together. He turned out to be a huge fan of pool and played all comers to a standstill. He was better at the game than anyone I’d ever seen.We lounged around until dinner when we were called to the table. There was just too many people to sit everyone and still have room for the food on the table, so we all filed through the kitchen,.