As he drew hishand back, he could feel a pair of distended, full breasts shift over amassive pressure in his belly. A long mirror had been placed in f...ontof the armchair and he saw himself for the first time. He was quitesexy - his face was round and cute and he was wearing a little makeup.His long dreadlocked hair was tied back behind his neck and he waswearing a pale pink silk nightgown that seemed about the size of atent! He struggled to stand up, amazed by the sheer weight in his womb-. ‘Dear God!’ she heard the man whisper. Then just a touch louder, ‘And the inner lips too, part those petals for me. I want to see right into my flower.’ She obeyed, pulling herself painfully wide in her wish to please him. And his sigh was her reward. ‘Finger yourself. Take yourself to the edge. But … you may not come.’ He smiled almost cruelly, and her loins shifted and flowed. She gasped, and slipped two fingers inwards. Slitting her eyes, she rubbed herself towards climax. As her breath came. Bob: “Just what kind of dog is Stormy?”Me: “She’s just an American dog, a big hairy mutt. You know how we got her, right, down in that basement in Springboro? She’s as mixed a mixed-breed as you can ask for. She’s an All-American dog.”Bob: “How do you mean?”Me: “Well, it seems like every country has its own breed of dog. You have the English bulldog, the French poodle, the German shepherd, so what’s the American dog? I would argue that the American dog is a mutt, a mixed breed, because that is. Jack laughed and stood ready while Joe positioned himself and waited.Eva had never had anyone even touch her ass and now she felt on fire as she felt the smaller man's dick slide into her bowels until she could feel his balls slapping against her ass. The pain was so intense, that again she arched her back and threw back her head. This time, the smaller man grabbed her ponytail like a reign of a horse and pulled her head upright.Eva realized in horror that her mouth was now perfectly positioned.