Through one yard, then another. Still he couldn't find what he was looking for.))((He reaches a house that seemed familiar to him. Oh sure, this was h...s friend Betty's home. The scent he was searching for was emanating from there.))(("Gruff!" {Gosh! She must have gotten a friend for me, } he thought to himself.))((Into the yard he bounded. There in the middle of the backyard was this beauty of a Golden Retriever. True it's color was strange for a dog, a bright yellow, but what does a dog care. Women are so lucky. They can come all night and still want more. I shot my wad and we all relaxed on the bed for a while. Then I said, "I have an idea." They both became suspicious, of course. They both knew I was an old pervert now. "Go get your strap-on Sherry. I know you have one. And would you like to blow me, Sherry?" "Ooh no." "Would you blow your Jack, Brandy?" "Yes, my sweet old Jack." So I stood beside the beds and presented my cock to Brandy, and she started giving me a. Most of them were simple sentence fragments about how hot Fiona's nipples were. There were plenty of incredibly graphic statements of intent, which were, in their own way, positive. And most powerful of all, were about half a dozen or so really touching messages. Fiona was overwhelmed by the feedback, and she struggled to swallow down the lump in her throat. I squeezed Fiona's thigh and whispered, "Now do you believe me?" She nodded, pressing her lips together to try and stop herself from. Her long, toned legs... her perfect, large breasts. I felt myself begin to moisten. I slide the photo out of the album, and returned to the floor, clutching it.I pinched my clitoris between my finger and thumb, stroking it. A shot of pleasure went through my body and my pussy began to produce more moisture. I began to slide my fingers into the hole, unable to contain a gasp of pleasure, which came out louder than I thought.The door swung open, and in the doorway was the woman in the picture..