”“That’s about what I figured,” Burl said.“Come on in. I’m sure that Maggie would love to chat with you for a bit while I put on some shoe...,” George said.Burl entered the house. Maggie, a small woman, was seated on the couch. She was wearing a maternity dress that looked like someone had hidden an over inflated beach ball inside it. She struggled a little to get up and then gave up. She was nearing the end of her pregnancy and wasn’t moving in an agile manner.“Hello, Burl,” Maggie said while. She was wracked with full bodied convulsions in his restraining paws, her pussy gushing of her lust as he corked it.There was no mercy when kept on ripping his tie in and out of her broken cunt, testing its limits to see if she could truly handle a litter of pups. He watched as those gorgeous eyes twist upward a little more each time until they were half stuck looking into the back of her skull. Her face held a stupefied expression, her mouth was open and slack, the tongue hanging out as drool. Oh, it’s complicated. But it’s nothing you did wrong.” Which was almost true. she would have refused, maybe refused more vigorously, if he had attracted her.“Damn! I had it figured out. The brothers tell me that two women sitting together are both looking for dance partners.”“Maybe it’s almost always true. Why aren’t you looking for another pair?”“Nope. I’m being watched by the brothers of my house. Two minutes talking with a pretty girl is success. How do they know whether you’re too tired to. You guys can talk about men and makeup and stuff.Whatever. Just don't mention how I accidently flirted with you. I'm notgay!" Goodbye, Bryan" I hung up the phone and felt my body shaking. I reallyhoped I never saw him again. I hope Trisha has the sense to drop thatbozo.Katey had heard me talking on the phone. She came into the room and satbesides me on the bed."What was that about, honey?" she asked."Ugh. That guy who had a problem with me last night called to apologize." Oh? Then why are you.