Her winged friend hadassured him she was safe, but it was not the same. When he had discussed the planned evening with his wife, she was morethan a li...tle amused. While his wife's side of the family was known tofavor the bottle, his branch of the Reids was little less than legendary.He endeared himself to his then fianc?'s family by drinking the familychampion - an uncle of hers - under the table. He was careful not to goto excess around the girls, but the occasional mad night out with hiswife. That might had been the end of it all, it was not the first time something she’d seen or read had turned her on to the point of masturbation, but the resemblance between her and this other woman to each other haunted her. In Tina’s fantasies it almost seemed as if it were her on that floor with a dog’s dick locked deep inside her. It was locked away in her imagination along with romance novel inspired fantasies about being a 17th century maiden abducted and ravaged by pirates, or being Mata. I could see her ass and pussy lips. My cock began to get hard as I reached over and began rubbing the soft folds of her pussy. I heard her moan a little and she began to get wet. I got back in the bed and she turned on her back and looked at me. ‘You are bad but I love you,’ she said as she smiled at me. I was on my side with my cock aiming for her pussy. She lifted her leg and put it across my thigh as I entered her. She was already wet and I slid in easily. We lasted maybe seven minutes. Fatima’s friend Khadija was a tall, statuesque woman with light brown skin, long black hair and dressed at the moment in silky lingerie as she relaxed in Fatima’s flat and no longer needed the protection of her scarf and long dress. Fatima dressed much less modestly: her brassiere was cut so low that her nipples couldn’t possibly be covered by their lace and her panties split across the crotch so that her crotch was revealed whenever she uncrossed her legs. She also wore the black silk.