She was sitting with her back towards him, clicking through some website on her computer terminal as he walked in on her."Rena?"She turned to face him...and smiled, beckoning him over."Marcus, could you help me find a nice picture of a labrador? I want to use one for my desktop wallpaper and I couldn't find one."Frowning, he stood behind her chair and leaned over her shoulder (her perfume!) as he went straight to Google and did the search. As he clicked through the search results, she suddenly. I reached out and grabbed the leash and pulled her forward and she bumped the bed and climbed onto the bed on her knees moaning as she moved because the chain was pulling her nipples in a few directions. When i had her on the bed in front of me i pulled her forward by the leash she crawls on her knees i push my feet through her legs and she has to spread her legs farther apart to continue to crawl forward as i pull on the leash this in turn made the pressure on the egg get stronger and pushed. UUHHH…. AAAAHHH … COME’N YOU BASTARDS LICK ALL MY HOLES… AAAHHH …. MY IDIOT HUSBAND NEVER USE TO LICK MY PUSSIII…, ITS SO GOOD… she was moving her ass up and downThen she was getting hot and she couldn’t able to control, so she wrapped her legs around my head and started pulling towards her pussy with loud moans AAHHH… COME’N LICK MY PUSSIII… WITH YOUR TONGUE…. KEEP GOING… AAAAHH DON’T STOP I GONE CUMMM…. AAAAAHH… AMMAAAH….Now I started licking her pussy with my tongue faster, now her body. When word started filtering down to the troops about how we had suffered a terrible defeat during the TET offensive, I could see guys scratching their heads trying to figure out where that “battle” had taken place. I suspect it was in some boozed up writer’s head sitting in Tokyo or Hong Kong a nice safe distance from the battlefield.I could just picture the reaction in Britain, if the media had portrayed the “Battle of the Bulge” as the turning point of WWII. The “victorious German Wehrmacht.