She threw her hips up to meet his rapid downward and upward thrusts, eager now to feel his iron hard prick, Bette arched her back against the dog's he...ving belly. Her hips rose and fell frantically, rolling and twisting, straining to reach just one more shattering climax with him. Then it happened. She gave vent to a wild cry of bliss as her hot load flowed and mingled with the dog's come.Bette was only faintly aware of Rex backing off of her, though she did feel his thick, hard prick pull out. "Why are you so jumpy?" Tony asked."I don't know why." I replied."I know why." He said and smiled.I brushed it off.Tony continued to tell the story. As Stan sucked his cock, he was also stroking it. As Tony let loose a huge load in Stan's throat, Stan bucked and jumped and came all over his pants. Everyone sat there speechless. John stood up, and said that it was hot. He suggested that they do it again sometime soon. With that he zipped up his pants and left. Stan went to the bathroom to clean. When they got home, Uncle Milton would spend the rest of the day spinning tales of his adventures.Of course, when Tiff and I were younger, we believed every word of it. His encounters with unicorns, the pot of gold he almost had when the leprechaun just got away from him, the time he out-drank a whole village of Irishmen, drinking Irish whiskey by the bucket while they stuck to their green beer.Evidently he was satisfied with the green beer these days. For the past few years, Dad would become. With a seemingly well practiced motion, she started stroking it up and down, her fingers gradually covering the length of him.Bev-o concentrated on their mouths, capturing the dueling tongues. Tony focused on Tori's hand, and in particular, her thumb as it pressed against the head of his cock and moving in small circles, smeared the pre-cum over the mushroomed head.Tony would have sworn that Tori was getting turned on as she jerked Butch off. The proof was in the intensity of her kisses. She.