Sara's breath came in deep gasping heaves as her orgasm struck her entire body."AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH .."Sara's hips arched high off the floor pus...ing her back into the side of the bed. Her hands intensified their hold on knees and thrust her exploding sex into her canine Lover. Her eyes and mouth were wide open as her body went into an orgasmic freeze. Suddenly the bedroom was filled with another orgasmic wail."IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE .."Sara's body went into sensory overload and she. She stays around him a lot, too, so she may be trying to be sure he don't get me alone. I bet she'd be some mad if she knew that he's done it to me and to Jan, too. I wonder if she misses having Dad around? Maybe it don't matter when you get older?8 Jan Darling:I don't know if I'm happy for you or jealous? At least I don't have to feel guilty any more. But your letter was less than specific. What did you mean when you said "he had to do it the way he did"? How did he do it? I mean, like, what. I found his t-shirt drawer and slipped on an extra-long, V-neck shirt. Ron is well over six feet tall so the shirt hung almost mid-thigh length on me and rested nicely against my breasts. It displayed a little more cleavage than I usually like but I was beyond being modest at this point. He had already gotten an eyeful. Properly attired, well almost, I nosily walked around his bedroom, looking at his things. I breathed in the masculine scent of him that hung in the air like an aphrodisiac. I. " I think your bank balance says differently," she cracked."I always knew you were a grasping wench. Just in it for the money, huh?" No, I was just grasping for your huge cock," she laughed, as she grasped his member through his slacks."What about my witty personality?" A huge cock maketh a witty man." So, I suppose that makes me Oscar Wilde?" Wasn't he gay?" OK, bad choice. How about Oscar Madison?" He was a slob. How about Charles William Borroughs, my well hung husband?" I like the sound of.