As her hand pushed back toward his balls, the doggy slid his prick out with a jerking movement. His hairy sheath was drawn back, skinning his crown an... causing that meaty hunk of cockhead to flare and throb.More creamy cum seeped from his pisshole, and Catherine ran her fingers over his slippery cock-knob, rubbing the dog's fuckjuice into his heated meat. She cupped his balls with her free hand, caressing them, as she pumped away steadily on his prick.His cock seemed to be getting bigger with. There was no pain, no startled scream at the violation. My lust had been warped into this demented reoccurring nightmare.Because each time he fucked me I forgot any thought of reluctance...He twisted and turned all over me, spreading my legs and arms in whatever direction he wished, knowing exactly how I would want to be fucked right before I imagined it.His cocks grew points, bulbs, weird extensions and apparatuses deliberately designed to please me. He excelled at applying them, taking me to. As Peter had these thoughts he realized that this couldn't possibly end well.Taking his leave he quickly reported this new wrinkle to Wolfgang."No, Master Wolfgang, his wife is dead and it's all my fault," said Peter as he sat shell shocked.He was on hand as the men brought in a wildly struggling and grief ridden Aaron. He kept trying to get back to the body of his wife that was across another horse with a blanket tossed over her body to hide it.No one liked to see a grown man cry, and the mood. Lori and I had known each other for years and she only called me when she wanted to fuck. She had a boyfriend but I think he was a little too conservative for her sexual appetites. At least that’s what I used to tell myself. I had the radio on low. For some reason I thought being able to hear the rain beating down on my car was an important safety factor. The long ride gave me plenty of time to think about the night ahead of me and what I wanted to do when I saw her. The slight bulge in my.