" Arrh...I can't...I can't...." Try baby please."He left his cock inside me, filling me, and kissed my lips lightly."I want it deeper. I want your pen...s deep in me so deep I can feel it at the back of my throat...but up through my pussy..."It sounded like the surreal ramblings of a whacked-out insane girl but I knew what I meant."Mmm my darling baby girl." He whispered, and began to slowly move up.I couldn't imagine how he could get deeper into me, but he did. He worked his cock up into me in a. ”“Neither do I,” I smiled.“Sit down,” she said, indicating a large leather couch, “do you care for a drink?”“Sure,” I said, sitting down on the couch.She opened a wooden liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of sixteen-year-old Lagavulin, a single malt of very fine quality. “I know what you like, of course,” she smiled while she put two glasses on the coffee table in front of the couch. She opened the bottle and filled the glasses rather generously. “I get a discount on this stuff,” she said,. One of two owned by widow Crenshaw.{{Yeah! With all of our masters out to work and such there's just nothing to do, }} was Shep's reply.{{Ain't that the truth, }} this came from King, widow Crenshaw's other Dane.{{Find anything interesting to do today?}} Asked King.{{Not a thing, }} replied Shep.{{Well I did have a bit of fun with a pussy earlier, }} interjected Hotdog.{{Really?}} Inquired King. {{How was it?}}{{How do you think, }} came Hotdog's reply. {{It's always fun.}}{{Do you think if we. But this time I decided to let it down. It was moist but not soaked, dryenough so that the curls had spring to them. I looked in the mirror andwas delighted with the subtle changes in my face, and the not so subtlechanges my chest had undergone.. If I'd only known at the time I wouldhave realized I had the perfect breasts of a budding 15 year old girl.I found Martin in his robe in the kitchen, he was usually dressed in hisSaturday uniform which consisted of sweatpants and a t-shirt. But.