When he was finished, he pushed her back on her heels. Pete looked down at the mess of cum that had escaped her lips and pooled on his crotch. “Shit...” he yelled, “you missed a hell of a lot. Guess you aren’t that good.” With tears in her eyes, Tracey begged his forgiveness. She moved over and quickly lapped up the pool of cum and cleaned his dick of all traces. She couldn’t see it, but Pete was smiling as he looked down on her head. When she was done, she looked up at him for approval. He. Sally knew better. And Sally's smell was one of the best: the flow of her juices so strong that you had to swallow it down as it ran from her like water from a slow running tap. And as I gained confidence with her, I would study and savour her opening for longer and longer each time we did it - touching it, measuring it, licking it, pushing her thickening inner lips apart with my nose, using the bridge of my nose to get her clitoris swollen.It was wonderful to savour the changing smell of her. After lunch, she told him, "I have a hair appointment at four to get ready for the dance. I made it a month ago. I haven't been to Karinda since I graduated. I will see you at home when I am through." She then pulled him around the corner into the hall and kissed him.After her hair appointment she went "home." He devoured her with his eyes as he let her in. "My God, you are fantastic. With your beauty and Karinda's technique, you are a work of art." She kissed him, looked into his gray eyes,. At last, they reached the shelter of the brick kennel with its warm bedding and clean fresh water. The girl drank from the stainless steel bowl, slaking her thirst and washing out to taste of dog come from her mouth. She seemed to know that her place was as part of the pack, at least for the present. Exhausted, the girl curled up in a corner on some of the straw bedding and was soon asleep.During the night, the brindle was allowed to practice fucking the girl. She was encouraged by nuzzling and.