She fell back on her bed and started thrusting her hips at Buster's snout, moaning and panting. His huge tongue swept her pussy over and over, the tip...touching her clit each time.It took her less than a minute to come, and she lay on the bed, breathing harshly. Buster looked a little out of breath himself, and when Bri finally sat up to pet him in thanks, she noticed that his doggie penis was starting to harden and come out of its sheath. Upon seeing her bulldog's cock, Bri had an idea. Her dog. But this timeyou won't be sitting. Will you?" No, Ma'am." He was so upset that he almost forgot what he was sayingand had to quickly amend, "Miss Marty."That correction earned him a tolerant smirk. She smoothed out theshort cheerleader skirt over her tantalizing upper legs and patted it."Come on now, Cupcake. Drape yourself over my thighs like a good girlwho's ready to take her medicine."It was like she was erasing his male ego with every word and gesture.His chin quivered. She didn't miss. Michele felt trepidation as she was pulled into Charles’s arms and he kissed her full on the lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth, encircling her in his arms. Michele forced herself to relax as accepted his tongue, pulling her body hard against his; she felt his cock begin to swell against her body. Charles took Michele’s hand in his and moved it between their bodies down into his crotch and grunted into her mouth.“Touch it Michele; you know you want to.”Michele reached out and tentatively. Here. Today.” Statements, short and punctuated. “All that’s left for you to decide is if it’s gonna be by you, and how in the hell could you pass THAT up?” he asked, waving his hand at the girls. They did look awfully sexy, I had to admit. I think the looks of apprehension they had made them look even sexier. “Or it’s gonna be by him.” With this he pointed at the gigantic black man. “If YOU do it, you can control what kind of experience they have,” he said. “But if you leave it to him, I can.