But I was awake.My ears twitched. Other scents filled my nose. With a sigh, my tail swishing behind me. I rolled out of Mistress’s embrace and into ... crouch, my knees spread wide, my arms between them. I looked around the room, padding on all fours. I could walk on two legs quite well, but it was fun going on all four. It kept my nose closer to the ground.I explored around the small tent, blinking my eyes. I reached their packs, opening them up, eager to see what was in there. Mistresses had. " he said, sitting on the living room couch and turning on the television.I couldn't believe it. It was like his brain had a recycle bin, erasing the recent events within seconds!I sat down on the couch beside him and put my fingers through his hair; he liked that. "Unh, unh. You aren't going to change the subject, you're still hurt, I can tell."I leaned forward and kissed him softly on his left cheek. He smiled, and I smiled back.His smile quickly disappeared as he spoke, "Beth," he shook his. If the second man wants to blow my man I love to watch. Occasionally we have another woman instead of a man to pleasure us both, same rules apply.Something I insist on is the second man must be much younger than me, usually fifteen or twenty-years. We are very competitive and we enjoy competing to be the first to have the second man or woman, good foreplay. We do that by dressing, or undressing to impress for our third person.On a recent Monday night while we were fucking like rabbits, I asked. " She cried now, "Please, please don't hurt me...please." Hissing, "I told you to shut up," and with that I pulled her head back till she groaned in misery, I released her arms, and pulled her skirt up over her hips myself, loosening my fly to let my bulging rod of pleasure free from it's bondage. "You just don't figure it out, do you?", and with no warning held my cock to burst inside her pussy, already wet and swollen from her episode of the last hour. Plunging it in with a single.