She craned her neck back and found my mouth with hers. Apparently the skills developed in sucking cock translate well into kissing. 'Hungry' wasn't th... term here, 'ravenous' seemed to be more applicable to how Maria seemed to be when it came to sex. I was still having to wrap my mind around the fact that this was the same woman who so shyly crossed herself and scooted out of the laundry room whenever I came in. Who would have guessed that, beneath that shy exterior, there was a simmering hotbed. And that was how this story began. As much as I enjoy writing about dogs, I wanted more. I wanted to actually touch them. Run my fingers through their fur. Feel this wet muzzles against my palm. I know I could simply have gone to visit one of my canine-owning friends, but I instead opted for the pound. I was surprised to find the place deserted. Then again, it was a weekday and most people were at work. But not me. That is just one of the upsides of being your own boss, you get to make your own. She handed me the bra again and said put it on. She threw the Phillestop on the bed along with socks and jeans."Put these on and I'll be right back," she ordered.The bra seemed to fit better now that the boobs were stuck to me andnot just sitting in the bra. I could feel the weight of them more thanI did before. I pulled the shirt on over my head not to mess up mymakeup or hair. I sat down on the bed and put the socks on. They werea light grey color and went to just over my knees. "This is a. I had it planned so the others would use Becky for sex while our time together would be about love.After that comment, Becky shoved the youngster aside. She then took them in turn. Moving positions, her own fingers working her clit as she worked herself towards a first climax. When it hit, Becky went berserk. She gasped and sobbed and shook. The judders took her away and she slid off the man she’d been riding so hard.As the orgasm waned, Becky got right back onto the cock. She was wearing white.