She reached under her and gently grasped Duke’s slimydog dick. He growled again. “Good dog, Duke,” Beth saidsoftly. “Nice dog. Let...��s play nice.” He stoppedgrowling. She placed the tip of his big canine cock ather pussy lips, guided him in an inch or two, and letgo.Wham! Duke thrust in all the way and Beth gasped at theinstant sensation of warmth and fullness. Duke’s dickfelt warmer than a man’s penis. The sensation was oddbut, well, not unpleasant. In fact, it was kind. Charlene Summers, Char (Shar) to her friends, was the younger of two daughters. Her sister was a freshman at UCSB and living on campus. Her father was a general contractor and her mother did the bookkeeping for his firm. He did mostly contract homes, with some spec building on the side, and made a comfortable living doing so.She had been born here in Santa Barbara and, except for a few vacations up and down the coast, to Disneyland in LA and as far north as Monterey, she had never left the. “Now get busy and learn the script.”I went through the motions while reading. I tried to remember my lines without looking. Filene was proud of me. She added, “This is one-on-one live theater so there are no do-overs. Feel free to adlib get him to agree.” Filene told me several tricks about inflicting pain and I was ready.It was 6:00 pm when I rang Bill Mack’s doorbell. “Sorry to bother you sir, but could you please get me a glass of water?”I followed him inside and sat on a chair at his. ‘You smell so good.’ ‘Glad you like it.’ Her breath on his ear made another shiver skate through him. ‘I hoped you would.’ Gale felt her move away and groaned long and loud as her tongue basted the inside of his legs from foot to where his buttock connected. ‘Jesus.’ ‘Like that, did you?’ She didn’t give him a chance to reply, attacking his buttocks, back and legs with her mouth and tongue. He gripped the sheets tightly, moaning and writhing with each touch of her lips to his body. She left no.